Stalker's Stalker- Hello people who've chosen to read on.
Slayer- *snorts* You sound like those TV host people.
SS- Can you do better?
Slayer- *taps her midsection* Do we need to go through that again?
SS- *gulps* Well I guess we don't have to do that again. *chuckles nervously*
Slayer- Anyways I'm hungry so call in someone else to help you.
SS- Oooh what's for dinner?
Slayer- Blood of the innocent.
SS- Oh, well count me out. *watches Slayer leave and when she shuts the door trumpets start and a choir sings praise* SHE'S GONE PEOPLE!
Sara- She heard that.
SS- *whirles around in shock* Oh, it's only you ok. Meet Sara *medium height, maroon long sleeved and a pair of black pants, high heels, and short black hair*
Sara- She wasn't happy. She's going to set her hellhounds on you. *after hearing those words the evil and bone chilling sound of the hellhound's howls ring through the air*
SS- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOT AGAIN! *Takes off running*
Sara- *watches the hounds run at full speed past her* She should be back after this ends. *looks again* Then again maybe not.
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Sara's first instinct said he was probably being Irons's lap dog right now so to Irons she went first. The taxi drove out after she paid the man that left her with the only company of the camera staring at her overhead. She swore she could hear the hearty chuckle of Ian mocking her from inside. Cussing enough to make even a sailor blush (Sara- What's the deal with that phrase anyway? SS- Dunno maybe someone'll tell us later) she continued on inside. The attendant showed her in but Ian wasn't there. She glared at Irons then noticed something.
"Is that.... *glitter* on your eyes?" She stared at the older man who seemed flabbergasted and began a frantic search for a mirror. She doubled over laughing and by the time he did find one she was on the floor crying and struggling to breathe during the laughter. Irons didn't remember putting anything on his face this morning let alone *glittery* stuff. He tried to wipe it off but it seemed as though it were covered in a thin layer of some glue he couldn't peel off. Sara finally regained composure of herself but snickered as she saw his fuming face. "Wait a minute," she looked more closely, "you're wearing make-up!" With horror in his eyes he looked back down at the mirror. How had he missed the bright pink lipstick and blush on his cheeks? He tried to rub that off but thinking it was vain used his thousand dollar suit's sleeve to it. When he looked back in the mirror the lipstick was gone but that meant... He looked down at the sleeve. Sure enough there were pink streaks on the grey sleeve of the suit. Sara noticed this and burst into another laughing fit.
"It's not funny," he whined as he turned his back on her to face the fireplace. When she looked at his back she broke into more fits of laughter. On his back written in white-out was the universal sign. The middle finger. Whoever drew that was very good even in the white-out. Irons tried to find the source of her laughter but couldn't locate it and she wasn't going to tell him where it was. She fell on the ground her eyes plastered to the ceiling through her tears. It took her a minute to figure out what that blurred object was but when she wiped the tears away she couldn't hold the next ones in. On the ceiling were painted pictures of Irons falling down the stairs, Irons trying to reach the dart in the middle of his back, Irons with bed-head, and there was even one of a little Irons standing in front of a mirror with little cowboy boots on (SS- I thought it was funny. Sara- It's creepy all around. This is the billionaire we are talking about.) but certain parts had been blocked out to protect her eyes from going blind at the terrible sight. They were detailed and she was sure someone had taken great care and gone to great lengths to do this but the time didn't fit.
"Hey Kenny, when was the last time you looked at your ceiling?"
"Not in some time, why...." Irons turned around and almost fell backwards into the fire. He did catch his pants on fire and when he noticed, with Sara watching the whole time, he jumped up and down screeching like a little girl. Sara thought of helping him but what was the point? She couldn't even stand upright without falling over from the laughter. Irons thought the whole thing terrible and when it finally dawned on him he did have a glass of wine on the table he forgot alcohol caused the fire to grow until he threw it on himself. Then he was screaming and screeching and what she guessed was cussing in some foreign language all in a very girlish high pitched voice. Sara watched and tried to get up but the laughter.....the laughter kept her from doing so. It occurred to Irons as the flames spread to *sensitive* areas that he could just stop, drop and roll. After ruining his suit and inspecting the burns that weren't serious on his legs he sat up and cried like a child. Sara would've thought this funny, and she'd probably laugh about it later, but it was very disturbing and she wanted to get away from it. Without even making a sound she was out of there and running down to the nearest curb.
When she tried to hail a cab one that could only be described as a clown taxi pulled up beside her. Leery to get inside she realized that this was going to be the only one picking her up. Getting inside she was sprayed with cold water, not a good thing, and the driver was, to her horror, a clown. When she sat on the seat it farted and the guy gave a chuckle. [Clown boy's not gonna live to see tomorrow.]
"Where to, Miss Pezzini?" [Oh, yea clown boy wasn't gonna live to see noon. And neither was that stalker of mine when I got a hold of him.] She muttered the name of the street just a few blocks away from her apartment and watched the buildings wiz by as the guy sped the whole way there. He was chuckling and laughing and honking his horns that if he did it again she was going to shove it down his throat when this vehicle stopped. He looked back at one point and honked it in her face. The glare she gave him would have stopped armies in their tracks. The glare worked and he didn't make a sound the rest of the way.
He let her off and when she was out and walking away he breathed a sigh of relief. That thousand dollars really wasn't worth that! Well it was the thousand dollars or risking his nuts to the tall scary dude in black and there was no way he was risking loosing his family jewels.
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Sara- Well SS is still trying to fight her way back here and away from the hellhounds. *checks again* unfortunately it might be another chapter before she's able to host this.
Slayer- *walks in* Where are my hounds? *looks* Oh I see they found her already. Well I think I'll leave them alone again. *walks out*
Sara- WAIT! THIS ISN'T MY MESS! MAKE HER HOST THIS! *falls on deaf ears* DAMN IT! We own nothing don't expect us to be rich or anything.
Slayer- *snorts* You sound like those TV host people.
SS- Can you do better?
Slayer- *taps her midsection* Do we need to go through that again?
SS- *gulps* Well I guess we don't have to do that again. *chuckles nervously*
Slayer- Anyways I'm hungry so call in someone else to help you.
SS- Oooh what's for dinner?
Slayer- Blood of the innocent.
SS- Oh, well count me out. *watches Slayer leave and when she shuts the door trumpets start and a choir sings praise* SHE'S GONE PEOPLE!
Sara- She heard that.
SS- *whirles around in shock* Oh, it's only you ok. Meet Sara *medium height, maroon long sleeved and a pair of black pants, high heels, and short black hair*
Sara- She wasn't happy. She's going to set her hellhounds on you. *after hearing those words the evil and bone chilling sound of the hellhound's howls ring through the air*
SS- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOT AGAIN! *Takes off running*
Sara- *watches the hounds run at full speed past her* She should be back after this ends. *looks again* Then again maybe not.
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Sara's first instinct said he was probably being Irons's lap dog right now so to Irons she went first. The taxi drove out after she paid the man that left her with the only company of the camera staring at her overhead. She swore she could hear the hearty chuckle of Ian mocking her from inside. Cussing enough to make even a sailor blush (Sara- What's the deal with that phrase anyway? SS- Dunno maybe someone'll tell us later) she continued on inside. The attendant showed her in but Ian wasn't there. She glared at Irons then noticed something.
"Is that.... *glitter* on your eyes?" She stared at the older man who seemed flabbergasted and began a frantic search for a mirror. She doubled over laughing and by the time he did find one she was on the floor crying and struggling to breathe during the laughter. Irons didn't remember putting anything on his face this morning let alone *glittery* stuff. He tried to wipe it off but it seemed as though it were covered in a thin layer of some glue he couldn't peel off. Sara finally regained composure of herself but snickered as she saw his fuming face. "Wait a minute," she looked more closely, "you're wearing make-up!" With horror in his eyes he looked back down at the mirror. How had he missed the bright pink lipstick and blush on his cheeks? He tried to rub that off but thinking it was vain used his thousand dollar suit's sleeve to it. When he looked back in the mirror the lipstick was gone but that meant... He looked down at the sleeve. Sure enough there were pink streaks on the grey sleeve of the suit. Sara noticed this and burst into another laughing fit.
"It's not funny," he whined as he turned his back on her to face the fireplace. When she looked at his back she broke into more fits of laughter. On his back written in white-out was the universal sign. The middle finger. Whoever drew that was very good even in the white-out. Irons tried to find the source of her laughter but couldn't locate it and she wasn't going to tell him where it was. She fell on the ground her eyes plastered to the ceiling through her tears. It took her a minute to figure out what that blurred object was but when she wiped the tears away she couldn't hold the next ones in. On the ceiling were painted pictures of Irons falling down the stairs, Irons trying to reach the dart in the middle of his back, Irons with bed-head, and there was even one of a little Irons standing in front of a mirror with little cowboy boots on (SS- I thought it was funny. Sara- It's creepy all around. This is the billionaire we are talking about.) but certain parts had been blocked out to protect her eyes from going blind at the terrible sight. They were detailed and she was sure someone had taken great care and gone to great lengths to do this but the time didn't fit.
"Hey Kenny, when was the last time you looked at your ceiling?"
"Not in some time, why...." Irons turned around and almost fell backwards into the fire. He did catch his pants on fire and when he noticed, with Sara watching the whole time, he jumped up and down screeching like a little girl. Sara thought of helping him but what was the point? She couldn't even stand upright without falling over from the laughter. Irons thought the whole thing terrible and when it finally dawned on him he did have a glass of wine on the table he forgot alcohol caused the fire to grow until he threw it on himself. Then he was screaming and screeching and what she guessed was cussing in some foreign language all in a very girlish high pitched voice. Sara watched and tried to get up but the laughter.....the laughter kept her from doing so. It occurred to Irons as the flames spread to *sensitive* areas that he could just stop, drop and roll. After ruining his suit and inspecting the burns that weren't serious on his legs he sat up and cried like a child. Sara would've thought this funny, and she'd probably laugh about it later, but it was very disturbing and she wanted to get away from it. Without even making a sound she was out of there and running down to the nearest curb.
When she tried to hail a cab one that could only be described as a clown taxi pulled up beside her. Leery to get inside she realized that this was going to be the only one picking her up. Getting inside she was sprayed with cold water, not a good thing, and the driver was, to her horror, a clown. When she sat on the seat it farted and the guy gave a chuckle. [Clown boy's not gonna live to see tomorrow.]
"Where to, Miss Pezzini?" [Oh, yea clown boy wasn't gonna live to see noon. And neither was that stalker of mine when I got a hold of him.] She muttered the name of the street just a few blocks away from her apartment and watched the buildings wiz by as the guy sped the whole way there. He was chuckling and laughing and honking his horns that if he did it again she was going to shove it down his throat when this vehicle stopped. He looked back at one point and honked it in her face. The glare she gave him would have stopped armies in their tracks. The glare worked and he didn't make a sound the rest of the way.
He let her off and when she was out and walking away he breathed a sigh of relief. That thousand dollars really wasn't worth that! Well it was the thousand dollars or risking his nuts to the tall scary dude in black and there was no way he was risking loosing his family jewels.
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Sara- Well SS is still trying to fight her way back here and away from the hellhounds. *checks again* unfortunately it might be another chapter before she's able to host this.
Slayer- *walks in* Where are my hounds? *looks* Oh I see they found her already. Well I think I'll leave them alone again. *walks out*
Sara- WAIT! THIS ISN'T MY MESS! MAKE HER HOST THIS! *falls on deaf ears* DAMN IT! We own nothing don't expect us to be rich or anything.