Last Time On DDR: Well, this is just for those of you who like to skip the first chapters and try to guess the plot, or if you've already read the story but can't quite remember what it was about here it is. . . Joanna once again steals things for the Carrington Institute and Cassandra is just pissed off about it. She thinks that the problem with the Corp. is that her security sucks (and she might not be that far off), so she and her secretary Anne, are making "hire fliers". Haha. . ."Hire Fliers". . .
Misc. notes: I uploaded a more grammatically correct version of the last chapter (it doesn't except "triple periods in a row" and the "less-than, greater-than" signs.), and I got some reviews! Like it (should've) said in the summary, the next chapters will depend on the reviews! I'm glad some people liked it thought. But you wanna read a REAL good PD fic? Check out "Perfect Kids" it's just adorable!!
~Mz/Chx
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Chapter 2: "Plants for hire!" (inside joke ^__^)
Cassandra: Now where were we?
Anne: Something about requirements, Ms. De Vries?
Cassandra: Right, right. . . Well, of course the nit-wits must have some prior training in firearms. . .
Anne: (snicker)
Cassandra: (stares) And, they must be free of any physical diseases, STD's, and any mental, or psychological illnesses (you know, like schizophrenia).
Anne: (laughs)
Cassandra: What the devil is so funny?!
Anne: Ah. . .Nothing, Ms. De Vries.
Cassandra: I mean, I'm trying to hire guards, not RETARDS. . .Another thing, they must be able to demand respect from the male guards.
Anne: And how is that an important quality, Ms. De Vries?
Cassandra: How is that an important quality, you ask? This is very important because, do you know what I saw one time while I was in the basement laboratory?
Anne: (snicker) No, what did you see?
Cassandra: (whispers harshly) I saw, a trampy female guard. . .
Anne: (who was suddenly interested) Yes, yes, go on. . .
Cassandra: (makes a choking noise and a pucker face) Ack! Ack!
Anne: (clasps hands over her mouth): Oh my. . .
Cassandra: Yes! I had her shot on the spot!
Anne: Oh. . .That's great, Ms. De Vries.
Cassandra: Now, you should have that finished, Anne, print it out and lets see it.
Anne: P-print it out? You mean now?
Cassandra: No, I mean later when it's far more convenient for you.
Anne: (sighs in relief) Oh. . .
Cassandra: You dunce! Of course I mean now!
Anne: Um, wouldn't you rather see it tomorrow, Ms. De Vries, I mean it's really late, and. . .
Cassandra (pounds her hands on the desk and glares at Anne): You haven't been working on it at all have you?!
Anne: And if I say no. . .?
Cassandra (raises her hand to slap but then puts it down and sigh in frustration): Anne, I swear, if you weren't my favorite cousin. . .
Anne: I'm your favorite? *thinking: You'd think she'd give me a better job though. . .*
Cassandra: Yes, you are and if you ever tell anyone I'll have your neck! (pretends to wring someone's neck)
Anne: Oh, okay favorite cousin! Cheerio! (assuming that most of the characters are of English/British origin)
Cassandra: Hmmm, I need these guards in a hurry so take this. (reaches in her pocket and pulls out a CD-Rom, she tosses it to Anne).
Anne: (reads the CD) Printmaster Gold?
Cassandra: Yes, the perfect choice for the job, right?
Anne: (snicker) Alright, cousin Cassie!
Cassandra: Anne!
~End Chapter 2
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Well, that was a little longer. In the next chapter, I plan to have more dialogue other than just Cass and Anne but a reviewer thought it was pretty funny! I like Anne. She's normal, yet nutty. I kept wanting to call her Susan or something like that but it was "taken".
Next Time: Cassandra and Anne post the fliers all throughout. . .uh, wherever region they live in. . . yeah. . .This is gonna be great so keep reading and reviewing!
Notes: Oh, and about the whole disease and retard thing, it was not meant to offend anyone! Really, so in your review, don't flame me about this! Also, about the "chokey-chokey", for people who do that in the open such as the guard mentioned, then that's your problem.
Mzcheex@yahoo.com
Misc. notes: I uploaded a more grammatically correct version of the last chapter (it doesn't except "triple periods in a row" and the "less-than, greater-than" signs.), and I got some reviews! Like it (should've) said in the summary, the next chapters will depend on the reviews! I'm glad some people liked it thought. But you wanna read a REAL good PD fic? Check out "Perfect Kids" it's just adorable!!
~Mz/Chx
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Chapter 2: "Plants for hire!" (inside joke ^__^)
Cassandra: Now where were we?
Anne: Something about requirements, Ms. De Vries?
Cassandra: Right, right. . . Well, of course the nit-wits must have some prior training in firearms. . .
Anne: (snicker)
Cassandra: (stares) And, they must be free of any physical diseases, STD's, and any mental, or psychological illnesses (you know, like schizophrenia).
Anne: (laughs)
Cassandra: What the devil is so funny?!
Anne: Ah. . .Nothing, Ms. De Vries.
Cassandra: I mean, I'm trying to hire guards, not RETARDS. . .Another thing, they must be able to demand respect from the male guards.
Anne: And how is that an important quality, Ms. De Vries?
Cassandra: How is that an important quality, you ask? This is very important because, do you know what I saw one time while I was in the basement laboratory?
Anne: (snicker) No, what did you see?
Cassandra: (whispers harshly) I saw, a trampy female guard. . .
Anne: (who was suddenly interested) Yes, yes, go on. . .
Cassandra: (makes a choking noise and a pucker face) Ack! Ack!
Anne: (clasps hands over her mouth): Oh my. . .
Cassandra: Yes! I had her shot on the spot!
Anne: Oh. . .That's great, Ms. De Vries.
Cassandra: Now, you should have that finished, Anne, print it out and lets see it.
Anne: P-print it out? You mean now?
Cassandra: No, I mean later when it's far more convenient for you.
Anne: (sighs in relief) Oh. . .
Cassandra: You dunce! Of course I mean now!
Anne: Um, wouldn't you rather see it tomorrow, Ms. De Vries, I mean it's really late, and. . .
Cassandra (pounds her hands on the desk and glares at Anne): You haven't been working on it at all have you?!
Anne: And if I say no. . .?
Cassandra (raises her hand to slap but then puts it down and sigh in frustration): Anne, I swear, if you weren't my favorite cousin. . .
Anne: I'm your favorite? *thinking: You'd think she'd give me a better job though. . .*
Cassandra: Yes, you are and if you ever tell anyone I'll have your neck! (pretends to wring someone's neck)
Anne: Oh, okay favorite cousin! Cheerio! (assuming that most of the characters are of English/British origin)
Cassandra: Hmmm, I need these guards in a hurry so take this. (reaches in her pocket and pulls out a CD-Rom, she tosses it to Anne).
Anne: (reads the CD) Printmaster Gold?
Cassandra: Yes, the perfect choice for the job, right?
Anne: (snicker) Alright, cousin Cassie!
Cassandra: Anne!
~End Chapter 2
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Well, that was a little longer. In the next chapter, I plan to have more dialogue other than just Cass and Anne but a reviewer thought it was pretty funny! I like Anne. She's normal, yet nutty. I kept wanting to call her Susan or something like that but it was "taken".
Next Time: Cassandra and Anne post the fliers all throughout. . .uh, wherever region they live in. . . yeah. . .This is gonna be great so keep reading and reviewing!
Notes: Oh, and about the whole disease and retard thing, it was not meant to offend anyone! Really, so in your review, don't flame me about this! Also, about the "chokey-chokey", for people who do that in the open such as the guard mentioned, then that's your problem.
Mzcheex@yahoo.com
