Post by pénélope alicé bouvier on Dec 10, 2009 16:24:40 GMT
HORROR! HORROR! SHOCK!
beauty is so last season, gore is so in.
"Merde!" came the small voice of Pénélope Alicé Bouvier. She was once again falling over the things that were in her apartment. This time it was one of the bloodied dummies that they were hoping to use in the new movie they would be filming, but then again, they had a lot of things to sort out but she just wanted to do that as the first thing, hell, they hadn't eve finished the last scene yet, but she knew exactly how it was gonna go down in her head, it was just getting it on paper and getting her partner in crime to agree with the idea, sometimes he wouldn't agree with what she wrote because she wrote 'smoosh' as he would call it, but basically it was just a little more romantic than he wanted it, hopefully, she would be able to write this without him shaking his head in dismay and accusing her of being a Disney princess, and then her slapping him across the head and telling him to flip off before she buried a screwdriver in his head and then he would chuckle and threaten her back and the threats would continue until finally one of them started laughing. For now, she would be getting ready to go out, she was supposed to be meeting someone, she thought, she didn't know, maybe she wasn't, she was so confused. But oh well.
The small French Canadian moved through the apartment of 1366, which had an extra six written on the door for a laugh. She finally pulled the blue shirt around her, not her shirt by the way, but oh well! She left the buttons undone so you could still see the little cute skull tshirt she had on underneath it. She moved to bathroom. This would be where a normal person would apply eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara and other normal make up, but this wasn't a normal person. She gave up being a beauty queen to become a horror director, since when was that normal! Nope, instead this girl was going to apply movie make up to her face so she would see what something looked like, she had been curious for a while now and didn't know if this new powder would make it okay or not. Well, she would find out, first she cleaned the area, making the spot clean so the make up would stay for longer. Then she applied the small amounts of a red eyeliner to her cheek, and then went on the small amounts of fake blood, a little of this new powder and a smile came to her lips, it hadn't clogged it up and made it look clumpy and lumpy, no, this was perfect. A quick application of some of her own concoction that she liked to use. Then the final touch, the thing that always made it look a little more real, strangely and held it in place for a lot longer than usual and that was hair spray. A long spray and then three short sprays across it and it would stay for a while.
She left the bathroom and went to the small kitchette, trying to decide whether to have a breakfast or not, well, she was still drying and she wanted to get out because staying inside was just so boring. She shrugged to herself and opened the Krispy Kreme box that was on the table and grinned, there was still a jam doughnut and a cruller, that was her favourite breakfast, crullers and coffee. She would go into Starbucks on the way out and get some coffee for herself and then she would have her cruller. She wrote a quick note and left it on the box of doughnuts saying it was free for him to eat while she was out. She nodded to herself and left, going down the stairs and out the front door, straight across the road to Starbucks. She ordered her usual replacement French coffee, she hated it, but it was the closest thing she got to French coffee because she was raised on the stuff because her father was from France who had moved to Montreal, a strange story, but a fun one for sure! Then she was off down the road, remembering where she had to go on this fine day, the train station, she was going spot hunting for the perfect train journey to record a scene in as they wouldn't have access to an actual train set, so this worked better.
She continued her little walk, sipping her fake French coffee and eating her cruller. Sometimes she wondered how mad people thought she was, after all she had this huge fresh scar down her face. Maybe they did think it was real and they wouldn't' confront her about it because they were a little bit worried. She will always remember the day she went out with her co-writer because that was the day they got the strangest looks. He licked her fake wound because she stated the fake blood tasted like cherries and he wanted to see if she was right, so he began to like the fresh fake blood. Everyone around them thought it was real blood and this weirdo had a blood fetish. He didn't, honestly. Well, maybe they did, they sometimes used a little too much blood in their movies, but then again, if you wanted it to be gory, funny and scary at the same time, more blood was the best way to go, it worked for Quentin Tarantino, so it would work for them. They were just two freaky peas in one screwed up pod!
The ticket booth was fast approaching and so was the end of her coffee cup. She quickly finished it up, still walking towards the booth and drinking. She had no idea where she was going and by the time she had finished her coffee and went to take the coffee cup away she had already walked into the ticket booth. She grinned sheepishly as she gained her balance and looked at the guy selling the train tickets and asked for a ticket that took her everywhere. She might have lived here for six years now, but she seriously had NO idea on how to order tickets here, she generally let her friends do it for her really. She took the ticket and nodded to him with a little thank you, throwing her Starbucks cup into the bin near the booth and moving off. Now, she had to decide what train to get and where to get it to so she could note how noisy it was and if it was busy. For now, she would sit on the platform bench, looking out on to the rails and wondering when the train would come. She decided to get her notebook out and note down a few ideas. "He should kill himself!" she exclaimed with great enthusiasm as she began to furiously scribble.
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[/blockquote][/center]it was an eeriely FINE day but this didn't deter our heronie, PÉNÉLOPE. she knew that it would be a risk going to TRAIN STATION but she needed to rendezvous with SOMEONE if they were going to survive. she had the time to put on her OUTFIT and even apply the crazy MAKE UP to blend in with the population. it took her around ONE THOUSAND, ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO words to express her concerns and FINISH what she had to say. she couldn't have done all the butt whooping alone, she had help from JAMIE for the banner, JAMIE for the lyrics and JAMIE for the layout. but there's one thing left she has to SAY before she feels their survival is secured, that is; say hello to penny XD.
