Post by Melody Arachne on Aug 19, 2007 8:27:21 GMT -5
"Man, you guys are in *so* much trouble..."
Mel's booted feet hit every other step of the repaired staircase, as she takes in the chaos below.
"What the hell ... I want these camera guys outta here, pronto. I bet they didn't even pay for the crap they wolfed down. And who gave 'em permission to shoot film in here anyway? I know damn sure ValJon didn't sign anything, now did he?"
She scowls at the empty side of the bar. "And whoever ruined that cage owes me bigtime, let me just tell you..."
She puts her hands on her hips, scowling with ferocity at the crowd of usual suspects. "A girl can't take an hour to herself, and you're ...okay more like a day, but that's beside the point, innit?"
She gestures to one of the clean-up crew, who approaches nervously. "And why aren't you bozos done yet, hmm? No, no, I don't want to hear any excuses. Just Get. It. Done."
She ducks behind the bar, twirling the dial to the small combination lock that rests just below the beat-up register. Swinging the door open, she pulls out a small leather wallet and tucks it into her back pocket, then closes the safe once more.
"You guys get yourselves cleaned up, and stop messin' crap up, you hear? I'm never gonna get this place refurbished if you keep bringing chaos, panic, and disorder in here, am I? Don't you want chairs, at least? Bar stools? To live past tomorrow? All these things can be yours ..."
She looks with interest at the DJ's booth. "Maybe we should put in a bigger cage, or even one on each side of the booth. We could have Friday Night Zombie Fights. Too messy? Hmm..."
"Behave, now, and let the clean-up crew do its job, you bozos. If you can go a whole day without destroying the inside of the bar, I'll get you all something nice, d'you hear?"
She blows a kiss to the fellows in the bar as she makes her way to the kitchen door, and peers cautiously into the gloom.
"I'm makin' a run for the Mall. I'll be back soon ... if I make it through the kitchen. ValJon?! What the hell happened to your hair?..."
Her voice trails off as she steps into the perpetual darkness of the back rooms.
(Gonna revamp the beginning setting post soon, look for it soon!!))
Mel's booted feet hit every other step of the repaired staircase, as she takes in the chaos below.
"What the hell ... I want these camera guys outta here, pronto. I bet they didn't even pay for the crap they wolfed down. And who gave 'em permission to shoot film in here anyway? I know damn sure ValJon didn't sign anything, now did he?"
She scowls at the empty side of the bar. "And whoever ruined that cage owes me bigtime, let me just tell you..."
She puts her hands on her hips, scowling with ferocity at the crowd of usual suspects. "A girl can't take an hour to herself, and you're ...okay more like a day, but that's beside the point, innit?"
She gestures to one of the clean-up crew, who approaches nervously. "And why aren't you bozos done yet, hmm? No, no, I don't want to hear any excuses. Just Get. It. Done."
She ducks behind the bar, twirling the dial to the small combination lock that rests just below the beat-up register. Swinging the door open, she pulls out a small leather wallet and tucks it into her back pocket, then closes the safe once more.
"You guys get yourselves cleaned up, and stop messin' crap up, you hear? I'm never gonna get this place refurbished if you keep bringing chaos, panic, and disorder in here, am I? Don't you want chairs, at least? Bar stools? To live past tomorrow? All these things can be yours ..."
She looks with interest at the DJ's booth. "Maybe we should put in a bigger cage, or even one on each side of the booth. We could have Friday Night Zombie Fights. Too messy? Hmm..."
"Behave, now, and let the clean-up crew do its job, you bozos. If you can go a whole day without destroying the inside of the bar, I'll get you all something nice, d'you hear?"
She blows a kiss to the fellows in the bar as she makes her way to the kitchen door, and peers cautiously into the gloom.
"I'm makin' a run for the Mall. I'll be back soon ... if I make it through the kitchen. ValJon?! What the hell happened to your hair?..."
Her voice trails off as she steps into the perpetual darkness of the back rooms.
(Gonna revamp the beginning setting post soon, look for it soon!!))
