Disclaimer: Due to a recent explanation given to me by a friend, I have come to the understanding that just because I have kidnapped these characters and have them chained in my closet does not mean they belong to me. Alas, Alveraz, O'Riely, and anyone else here in OZ remain the bitches of Tom Fontona (?) and Mr.Pancamo belongs to himself and is NO ONES bitch, (But Mr.PANDAcamo remains my bitch *background* Panda: WHA?! Plushie: Nothing.) , while Melanie and Melissa (Bean) remain MY bitchs and I , of course, remain my own bitch(that sounded a lot better in my head). The G- Boys of course belong to that guy who owns them and don't worry if you don't know them I've just used their names and looks, Their personalitys have been completely changed....No infringement is intended and no money was made from the production of this piece of fiction.
Author's Notes: Have I mentioned how lazy I am? No? Well, now you know. I started writting this in...January? and I already had it written so all I had to do was type it up. GODDAMN MY LAZINESS!
Melanie swung her legs arounds as Wufei delt the cards, "Nan's coming back today."
"Yeah?" Wufei looked up, uninterested.
"Yeah."
The gates buzzed and Schillinger and Robinson entered with the mail cart. Melanie rose to get in line.
"Why should I give you any mail? I still remember what you called me."
"Because Angela says give me my mail or she'll take your eyes out." Melanie responded.
"Yeah right, and where is Angela now?" Schillinger laughed.
"Right behind you dick-head."
Schillinger shoved the mail at Melanie and took off with Robinson heading for the gates.
"Pussy." Angela muttered, crossing her arms, and glaring after him.
"I don't argue." Wufei bent and scooped up the mail, "Here." He handed it to Melanie.
"Dude, Letter from your mother." Melanie handed it to Angela.
Angela ripped it open and read, "Dear Angela, I hate you. Love, Your Mudder." She crumbled the letter in her fist, "Yeah, that's my mother."
Melanie opened a different letter, "Melissa is coming to see us."
"When?" Angela asked.
"Soon, Go shower dude."
"Nice Melanie." Angela gunted and headed up the stairs to her pod.
She was greeted up two Italians standing by the door, "Move please."
"Pancamo is in a meeting right now, You can't go in." One said.
"I SAID MOVE."
"AND I SAID..." The guy had no chance at finshing his sentence, Angela merely grabbed the front of his shirt and gave him a chuck, then entered the pod.
"Chucky Baby." Angela sat down on the bed.
"Hey." He and Moralas had been talking and both looked very serious.
"What's wrong?"
"O'Riely is slinging again." Pancamo answered.
"Want me to beat him?" Angela asked cheerfully.
"But you just got out of Solitary!" Moralas shouted.
"I wasn't talking to you." Angela responded, she turned to Pancamo, "Well?"
"Do what ever you want."
Angela jumped up and danced out of the pod, "I'm gonna beat up some stupid Irish dude!"
Pancamo and Moralas both stared after her mouths agape, Moralas started to speak, but Pancamo cut him off, "I know, I know, She'll be in the hole, the cage, or solitary by the of the day."
TBC.
Author's Notes: Have I mentioned how lazy I am? No? Well, now you know. I started writting this in...January? and I already had it written so all I had to do was type it up. GODDAMN MY LAZINESS!
Melanie swung her legs arounds as Wufei delt the cards, "Nan's coming back today."
"Yeah?" Wufei looked up, uninterested.
"Yeah."
The gates buzzed and Schillinger and Robinson entered with the mail cart. Melanie rose to get in line.
"Why should I give you any mail? I still remember what you called me."
"Because Angela says give me my mail or she'll take your eyes out." Melanie responded.
"Yeah right, and where is Angela now?" Schillinger laughed.
"Right behind you dick-head."
Schillinger shoved the mail at Melanie and took off with Robinson heading for the gates.
"Pussy." Angela muttered, crossing her arms, and glaring after him.
"I don't argue." Wufei bent and scooped up the mail, "Here." He handed it to Melanie.
"Dude, Letter from your mother." Melanie handed it to Angela.
Angela ripped it open and read, "Dear Angela, I hate you. Love, Your Mudder." She crumbled the letter in her fist, "Yeah, that's my mother."
Melanie opened a different letter, "Melissa is coming to see us."
"When?" Angela asked.
"Soon, Go shower dude."
"Nice Melanie." Angela gunted and headed up the stairs to her pod.
She was greeted up two Italians standing by the door, "Move please."
"Pancamo is in a meeting right now, You can't go in." One said.
"I SAID MOVE."
"AND I SAID..." The guy had no chance at finshing his sentence, Angela merely grabbed the front of his shirt and gave him a chuck, then entered the pod.
"Chucky Baby." Angela sat down on the bed.
"Hey." He and Moralas had been talking and both looked very serious.
"What's wrong?"
"O'Riely is slinging again." Pancamo answered.
"Want me to beat him?" Angela asked cheerfully.
"But you just got out of Solitary!" Moralas shouted.
"I wasn't talking to you." Angela responded, she turned to Pancamo, "Well?"
"Do what ever you want."
Angela jumped up and danced out of the pod, "I'm gonna beat up some stupid Irish dude!"
Pancamo and Moralas both stared after her mouths agape, Moralas started to speak, but Pancamo cut him off, "I know, I know, She'll be in the hole, the cage, or solitary by the of the day."
TBC.