Post by Melody Arachne on May 12, 2007 0:19:29 GMT -5
"Dj, Dj ... you gotta relax, man. You're gonna stroke out before they ever have a chance to eat you."
Melody hefts her fire extinguisher and heads for the stairs, spraying the remains of the fire as she goes. "That's some pretty cool stuff, Vito. And Leon ...don't you dare take off 'til you settle up your bar tab! ValJon was right. Never give credit to Rangers."
She pauses as a stair creaks under her weight, and begins to chuckle. "Hey, we had a fire ... all right!" Transferring the extinguisher to her right hand, she fishes in her pocket and pulls out her cel, hitting a number on the speed dial.
"Hey, whatcha doin? Nuh-uh ... you were? Really? Hah, well, I beat ya to it. Did too. Did too. Why, do I need a reason to call?"
She props the phone on one shoulder, and begins spraying the chemical foam down the hallway.
"Well, yeah. We had a fire. Who else would I call? No, I did not start it. Did not. No I won't swear on anything. No, not even that.
But, you know, structural damage and .. er ... smoke, and stuff. I thought maybe you'd like to take a look, or somejunk."
She pauses, listens, chuckles at the reply. "Yeah, no rush. It's mostly out, I think. Watch out for the deaders, though."
"Yeah, me too. I'm hangin' up now. No, I am. I am this time. I am. Okaybye."
She sets the fire extinguisher down with a thunk at the top of the stairs, and props her hands on her hips. "Now you see what you made me do? Geezus, guys, clean up down there, willyah? I've gotta change!"
Humming to herself, she goes to see if any of her things have survived the foam, fire, smoke and brain-suckers.
Melody hefts her fire extinguisher and heads for the stairs, spraying the remains of the fire as she goes. "That's some pretty cool stuff, Vito. And Leon ...don't you dare take off 'til you settle up your bar tab! ValJon was right. Never give credit to Rangers."
She pauses as a stair creaks under her weight, and begins to chuckle. "Hey, we had a fire ... all right!" Transferring the extinguisher to her right hand, she fishes in her pocket and pulls out her cel, hitting a number on the speed dial.
"Hey, whatcha doin? Nuh-uh ... you were? Really? Hah, well, I beat ya to it. Did too. Did too. Why, do I need a reason to call?"
She props the phone on one shoulder, and begins spraying the chemical foam down the hallway.
"Well, yeah. We had a fire. Who else would I call? No, I did not start it. Did not. No I won't swear on anything. No, not even that.
But, you know, structural damage and .. er ... smoke, and stuff. I thought maybe you'd like to take a look, or somejunk."
She pauses, listens, chuckles at the reply. "Yeah, no rush. It's mostly out, I think. Watch out for the deaders, though."
"Yeah, me too. I'm hangin' up now. No, I am. I am this time. I am. Okaybye."
She sets the fire extinguisher down with a thunk at the top of the stairs, and props her hands on her hips. "Now you see what you made me do? Geezus, guys, clean up down there, willyah? I've gotta change!"
Humming to herself, she goes to see if any of her things have survived the foam, fire, smoke and brain-suckers.
