Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 15, 2007 8:17:59 GMT -5
((I think that's a global mod power, cuz I can't for the life of me figure out how to either modify or delete other folk's posts. ))
With a rattle of shopping bags, Melody enters through the upstairs windows, muttering and griping. "Stupid malls ... stupid zombies ..." Stashing her new purchases in the room upstairs, she puts the padlock on the door and smooths down her new skirt, frowning and spitting on her finger, wiping a spot of blood off the new material.
Heading downstairs, she pauses at the top of the steps, surveying the bar with a slight scowl. Slipping her mobile phone from a pocket, she taps the case against her front teeth, pondering, before pushing a few buttons and putting the phone to her ear.
"Yeah, it's me." She walks down the stairs, listening to the blaring voice on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, I know, but you owe me, don't you?" She holds the phone away from her ear at the explosion of sound at the other end, moving behind the bar and rummaging in the cooler.
"I'm not askin' for a kidney, man. I just want some repairs done to my place." Pulling a pie tin from the cooler, she opens the feeding slot at the bottom of the cage and slips the gelled mess inside.
"Nothing major. Stairs, doors, windows ... some structural repair. No big, man. Right? It's little enough to ask, considering what you owe me, right?" The sound of yelling ceases abruptly as she cuts the connection.
She hops ontop the end of the bar, shaking a smoke from her pack and lighting it with an MFD commemorative collectible lighter.
"Whatsay, fellas? Time for some refurbishment, don'tcha think? Any requests?"
With a rattle of shopping bags, Melody enters through the upstairs windows, muttering and griping. "Stupid malls ... stupid zombies ..." Stashing her new purchases in the room upstairs, she puts the padlock on the door and smooths down her new skirt, frowning and spitting on her finger, wiping a spot of blood off the new material.
Heading downstairs, she pauses at the top of the steps, surveying the bar with a slight scowl. Slipping her mobile phone from a pocket, she taps the case against her front teeth, pondering, before pushing a few buttons and putting the phone to her ear.
"Yeah, it's me." She walks down the stairs, listening to the blaring voice on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, I know, but you owe me, don't you?" She holds the phone away from her ear at the explosion of sound at the other end, moving behind the bar and rummaging in the cooler.
"I'm not askin' for a kidney, man. I just want some repairs done to my place." Pulling a pie tin from the cooler, she opens the feeding slot at the bottom of the cage and slips the gelled mess inside.
"Nothing major. Stairs, doors, windows ... some structural repair. No big, man. Right? It's little enough to ask, considering what you owe me, right?" The sound of yelling ceases abruptly as she cuts the connection.
She hops ontop the end of the bar, shaking a smoke from her pack and lighting it with an MFD commemorative collectible lighter.
"Whatsay, fellas? Time for some refurbishment, don'tcha think? Any requests?"
