Nothing is Free - Prologue to possible story
Hey, Honey! Get a move on, the shoots over! spouted a short man wearing an ill fitted tie dyed shirt and cut off jeans. A small girl with fair skin and big doe eyes glanced over at the poorly dressed man. With a motion of disrespect, he gestured at the door.
I said its over! Now get the fuck out! he emphasized with a nasty glare. The girl barely clothed quickly put on a small blue shirt with the words Hot Shit pressed on the front. Pulling up a jean skirt over her barely there thong came to rest around her petite waist. She bent over to pick up her bra and purse, made a small glance at the director and hurried out the door.
An orange glow flooded her view as the morning skyline came into sight. The crisp cool air met her pale skin as she scanned the parking lot for her ride. Short flashes of the night before emblazoned her memory as she tried to shake them free. Finally she caught sight of an old decrepit Ford pickup that should have died years ago, and started to make her way towards it. She tried to smile, but it was shortly wiped away with those same memories.
When she reached the door, it sprung open nearly slamming into her petite body. Get in; Ive got to meet Jason in an hour! a well built man with a shaved head and tattered clothes exclaimed. The fine girl climbed into the pickup and leaned over to the much larger man next to her, I missed you babe, none of them were as good as you. She drew closer wishing for a long awaited kiss from her love.
Thats good, but wheres the money? as he abruptly pushed her away. We will have time for that later, if I dont get this money then were both dead! he told her condescendingly. With sadness and despair written across her face, she peered out the window at nothing in particular. Here is your moneybut I dont think I can do this anymore. She grabbed the purse next to her, and started to look for the wad of bills the producer gave her a few hours earlier, she handed the money to her upset lover.
He fired up the pickup, put it into drive and sped out of the parking lot. Thanks Stacy, youre a lifesaver. He then smiled at her with a look of jubilation. Stacy not sharing in that feeling met her face to her hands and started to let go of her saddened emotions. Roland, I really dont think I can do this anymore, last night was horrible. She managed to cry out. As Roland swiftly drove the worn out truck around, he looked at her and said, Dont be so drastic, I know you can do it, youre doing it for us, so dont let US down.
Current Insanity: NIN as always!
Current Relationship to the World: Tired
Hey, Honey! Get a move on, the shoots over! spouted a short man wearing an ill fitted tie dyed shirt and cut off jeans. A small girl with fair skin and big doe eyes glanced over at the poorly dressed man. With a motion of disrespect, he gestured at the door.
I said its over! Now get the fuck out! he emphasized with a nasty glare. The girl barely clothed quickly put on a small blue shirt with the words Hot Shit pressed on the front. Pulling up a jean skirt over her barely there thong came to rest around her petite waist. She bent over to pick up her bra and purse, made a small glance at the director and hurried out the door.
An orange glow flooded her view as the morning skyline came into sight. The crisp cool air met her pale skin as she scanned the parking lot for her ride. Short flashes of the night before emblazoned her memory as she tried to shake them free. Finally she caught sight of an old decrepit Ford pickup that should have died years ago, and started to make her way towards it. She tried to smile, but it was shortly wiped away with those same memories.
When she reached the door, it sprung open nearly slamming into her petite body. Get in; Ive got to meet Jason in an hour! a well built man with a shaved head and tattered clothes exclaimed. The fine girl climbed into the pickup and leaned over to the much larger man next to her, I missed you babe, none of them were as good as you. She drew closer wishing for a long awaited kiss from her love.
Thats good, but wheres the money? as he abruptly pushed her away. We will have time for that later, if I dont get this money then were both dead! he told her condescendingly. With sadness and despair written across her face, she peered out the window at nothing in particular. Here is your moneybut I dont think I can do this anymore. She grabbed the purse next to her, and started to look for the wad of bills the producer gave her a few hours earlier, she handed the money to her upset lover.
He fired up the pickup, put it into drive and sped out of the parking lot. Thanks Stacy, youre a lifesaver. He then smiled at her with a look of jubilation. Stacy not sharing in that feeling met her face to her hands and started to let go of her saddened emotions. Roland, I really dont think I can do this anymore, last night was horrible. She managed to cry out. As Roland swiftly drove the worn out truck around, he looked at her and said, Dont be so drastic, I know you can do it, youre doing it for us, so dont let US down.
Current Insanity: NIN as always!
Current Relationship to the World: Tired
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kr1ssyk1tty:
yeah whats up with the mo event visiting! dont make us find u and drag u out there!
amberly:
hey. just thought i'd say hello. how are things?