Dum dum dum....
Yeah... Trading spaces = TLC, Discovery Network, etc. see Ch. 1 for full
disclaimer.
CHAPTER 2
"Hey!" said the round elderly man as Jean stormed into the shadowy and ominous room. The room didn't match the man inside at all; they were complete opposites. He wore a shirt with pink bunnies in grass skirts doing the hula, while NIN posters lined the walls.
Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue all meandered into the dark room.
"Hey, Kitty... Rogue, Jean, and Kurt. I'm Frank. What do you happening in this room?" asked the chubby designer.
"I, like, totally see a modernization of this place. I mean, like, look at it. The green shag carpet, the black walls, and the, like, totally blood red drapes are so 70's," Kitty critiqued, turning up her nose at what she viewed as totally not-chiq.
"I do not care," Jean snapped as she straightened her $200 top. "I have RESPONSIBILITIES, and as long as I am HERE with YOU I can't be FULFILLING them." She turned towards the door, about to leave.
Rogue turned to the red-headed bimbo behind her. "Jean, you know what the professor said. We have to complete this, or else you don't get any more metabolife, and I get a PINK suit!"
Jean grumbled, unwilling to sacrifice her figure for an unimportant cause.
"Let's get this straight: I do not want to 'perspire', I do not want to break a nail. This manicure, I'm sure, cost more than your life. And I Do not work around paint, electric tools, primer, paint brushes, glue of any sort, sewing machines, thread, needles, plaster, dye..."
Jean continued rambling off her list, ticking each item off on a finger until she realized for the first time that she only had ten fingers.
"Well..." Frank continued, ignoring Jean. "Here's what I envision: an elegant bed. Bright walls, with lots of art."
Frank walked over to the wall and tore down a NIN poster.
"I see something fitting a teenage girl. Something unique, and mature, and yet with a childish flair to bring out the inner beauty and banish all of this," Frank gestured to the black, red, and NIN posters, "nonsense." %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$ MEANWHILE, AT THE INSTITUTE.... DUM DUM DUM.... DUM DUM..... DUM... %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$
Hilda Santo-Tomas sat upon the prissy feather bed, eyeing the perfection about her with disgust. The all-too-common design theme, based upon a floral wallpaper border offended something deep with in her; the sheer perfection of the room, as well as the I'm-Miss-Perfect attitude it displayed would be changed... for the better, in her eyes.
The door to the spacious, girly-girl room slammed open, as her team walked into the room.
"Hey Lance, Todd, Freddy, and Pietro! How are you doing?"
"Let's tear this place up, yo!" Todd said excitedly as he ran over to Jean's dresser, yanking out random articles of her underthings.
Lance smacked him, knocking him across the room, as he looked at Hilda. "Let's get this shit over with."
Pietro didn't bother to reply, and Freddy groaned, "I'm hungry."
"Are you ready to give this good girl a taste of the wild?" Hilda responded.
"Definitely," Pietro laughed. Hilda snapped, and Ty and Paige walked in, carrying boxes. Now that she had gotten her morning cappuccino, she had a new wave of bubbling happiness.
"Here's our wall decorations. Now, I got these on a great deal from my dear friend Betty-Ann Maraschino; she helped me pick them out. We are going with a sexy-girl-dirty-girl-brothel-Moulin-Rouge-high-End-Strip-Club- Whore room," Hidla said as she reached over with a razor and opened one of the boxes.
"That's why we're decorating the walls with..."
'Till next time. ;)
CHAPTER 2
"Hey!" said the round elderly man as Jean stormed into the shadowy and ominous room. The room didn't match the man inside at all; they were complete opposites. He wore a shirt with pink bunnies in grass skirts doing the hula, while NIN posters lined the walls.
Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue all meandered into the dark room.
"Hey, Kitty... Rogue, Jean, and Kurt. I'm Frank. What do you happening in this room?" asked the chubby designer.
"I, like, totally see a modernization of this place. I mean, like, look at it. The green shag carpet, the black walls, and the, like, totally blood red drapes are so 70's," Kitty critiqued, turning up her nose at what she viewed as totally not-chiq.
"I do not care," Jean snapped as she straightened her $200 top. "I have RESPONSIBILITIES, and as long as I am HERE with YOU I can't be FULFILLING them." She turned towards the door, about to leave.
Rogue turned to the red-headed bimbo behind her. "Jean, you know what the professor said. We have to complete this, or else you don't get any more metabolife, and I get a PINK suit!"
Jean grumbled, unwilling to sacrifice her figure for an unimportant cause.
"Let's get this straight: I do not want to 'perspire', I do not want to break a nail. This manicure, I'm sure, cost more than your life. And I Do not work around paint, electric tools, primer, paint brushes, glue of any sort, sewing machines, thread, needles, plaster, dye..."
Jean continued rambling off her list, ticking each item off on a finger until she realized for the first time that she only had ten fingers.
"Well..." Frank continued, ignoring Jean. "Here's what I envision: an elegant bed. Bright walls, with lots of art."
Frank walked over to the wall and tore down a NIN poster.
"I see something fitting a teenage girl. Something unique, and mature, and yet with a childish flair to bring out the inner beauty and banish all of this," Frank gestured to the black, red, and NIN posters, "nonsense." %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$ MEANWHILE, AT THE INSTITUTE.... DUM DUM DUM.... DUM DUM..... DUM... %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$
Hilda Santo-Tomas sat upon the prissy feather bed, eyeing the perfection about her with disgust. The all-too-common design theme, based upon a floral wallpaper border offended something deep with in her; the sheer perfection of the room, as well as the I'm-Miss-Perfect attitude it displayed would be changed... for the better, in her eyes.
The door to the spacious, girly-girl room slammed open, as her team walked into the room.
"Hey Lance, Todd, Freddy, and Pietro! How are you doing?"
"Let's tear this place up, yo!" Todd said excitedly as he ran over to Jean's dresser, yanking out random articles of her underthings.
Lance smacked him, knocking him across the room, as he looked at Hilda. "Let's get this shit over with."
Pietro didn't bother to reply, and Freddy groaned, "I'm hungry."
"Are you ready to give this good girl a taste of the wild?" Hilda responded.
"Definitely," Pietro laughed. Hilda snapped, and Ty and Paige walked in, carrying boxes. Now that she had gotten her morning cappuccino, she had a new wave of bubbling happiness.
"Here's our wall decorations. Now, I got these on a great deal from my dear friend Betty-Ann Maraschino; she helped me pick them out. We are going with a sexy-girl-dirty-girl-brothel-Moulin-Rouge-high-End-Strip-Club- Whore room," Hidla said as she reached over with a razor and opened one of the boxes.
"That's why we're decorating the walls with..."
'Till next time. ;)
