Howdy, friends. It's another scorcher here. Plus it's mosquitoey beyond belief. Yesterday I actually got six mosquito bites while I was sitting on my couch. And yes, my couch is inside.
In other amusing news, my mom called and said that she and my dad want to come and visit Slice and me for our first anniversary. Yeah. I replied: "Do you think you could just let Time rob the marriage of its romance gradually? Why must you hurry it along?" Good ol' parents. They mean well. Even Slice's. Who, incidentally, went into hysterics when we told them that we were going to the beach, because the sun will kill you instantly. I'd suggest that they were vampires, but that would infer that they drink blood, and I'm sure blood is very high in sodium. Maybe if SmartBalance made a blood substitute?
But I digress ... Where were we? Ah, yes. Violet's pawn is just about to take Angel's queen. Bring it!
Chapter 49: Check
The following week was a nightmare for Chris and Angel. They were around each other quite often at work, making for numerous uncomfortable situations. Their conversations were brief and strained, and they made every attempt to avoid each other. Violet, however, was in a better mood than ever, though she too wisely avoided Chris. With any luck, her pawn would be here any day, all thanks to a little bit of intelligent scheming and the reliability of Felicia.
Felicia met Justina’s plane at the airport in San Diego and drove her to the hotel.
“Wow, thanks, Ms. Baigen. Are you this hospitable to all of your new employees?”
“Of course! Company policy. Now, I must be off. Here is your key … Room 302. I believe I’m sure you’ll make a fine costume designer here.”
“Thank you for everything!”
“No problem at all! Be seeing you around.”
They said their goodbyes and Justine retreated to her room. She shook her long coppery curls from their bun and brushed them out [speaking as someone who occasionally has curly hair, this sounds like a recipe for frizz) before deciding to take a shower.
Chris Benoit got into the taxi and told the driver his destination, the San Diego Rialto Hotel. [so we’re back to these weird boutique hotels? And a taxi? That doesn’t sound cost efficient.]
Meanwhile, Justina turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a terrycloth towel. She selected a cool dress made form a light blue cotton and put it on. After drying her hair, she thought better of it and changed into her lavender negligee. It was almost time for bed anyway.
Chris arrived at the hotel and was immediately glad he had his key waiting for him on reserve. There was an enormous line of people waiting to get a room. He picked up the key from the front desk and made his way upstairs to room 302. As he fit the key into the lock, he barely had time to wonder why the lights were on [uhm, because they usually are in a hotel room?] before what he saw shocked his mind into numbness.
NOTES:
1) Is it just me, or is Violet’s Evil Scheme like the evil inverse of Angel’s kind-hearted, tear-inducing plan to reunite Brutus and Laurie? I can promise you that I just thought of this now, and was not going for any sort of literary depth when I wrote it.
2) Look, I can buy that Violet could get Felicia to pick Justina up at the airport and drive her to the hotel. I can even somehow buy the idea that they arranged for Justina and Chris to have the same hotel room. But how the heck did Violet wrangle a job for Justina? Is she sleeping with Ole? (probably) And how did Violet even find out what Justina did for a living? Were there other fake surveys that we were not privy to?
3) Re: Justina’s clothing: She’s alone in a hotel room, ready to settle down for the night. She takes a shower and then puts on a dress? Then changes her mind and puts on lingerie? I don’t know about you, but unless the room temperature was stuck at 40 degrees or the blinds were stuck on wide open, I’d have considered the situation clothing optional. Or, at the very most, I’d have donned an old T-shirt and gym shorts. Oh well.
COMING UP NEXT …
Will Justina’s lavender negligee help bring Violet’s Evil Scheme into fruition? Will I start making appalling single entendres? Will there be a tickle fight? Find out next time in …
Chapter 50: Mate
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Chapter 48: Confession (Part II)
Welcome, welcome, welcome! Well, I’m sure you were all crying buckets all week as you worried yourselves sick over the troubles rocking the S.S. Changel. Therefore, without further ado, I humbly present to you the inconclusive conclusion to Chapter 48.
Huzzah.
Chapter 48 – Confession (Part II)
“Chris?”
“I don’t know, Angel. God knows I want to believe you.” He spun and faced her, face wet with tears. “It hurts, Angel! It hurts that I should even have to think about you and anyone else.”
“I know.”
He walked close to her and locked eyes with her. “Tell me the truth.”
“I swear to you that nothing happened that night. And I swear that I love you, Chris. With all my heart.”
He continued to stare into her red eyes for a long while until he finally said, “I believe you, Angel.”
She closed her eyes and exhaled shakily. “Thank God.”
“But Angel, I don’t think we should see each other for a while. This is too much.”
“What?”
“I don’t know what else to do. We’re no good right now. I think we both need to take a step back and realize what is going on. ‘Cause I sure as hell don’t know now.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I am too. But what’s done is done. The only thing we can do now is hope our future will be brighter.”
“Three weeks. If we can survive that, we can survive anything.” [of course. Three weeks is the ideal amount of time to prove that you can spend a lifetime together]
“That sounds like a good amount of time to me.”
“Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“Oh, Angel. I love you too. And we can get through this. I know we can.”
“Yeah.”
“I should go now.”
“Ok.” She said softly.
Chris walked towards the door with Angel following close behind. She had no clue as to what to say next.
“Drive safely,” she murmured.
“Sure.” He looked at her for a long time before he closed the door behind him.
Angel expected herself to break down into tears the moment he left, but she didn’t [wtf? Is she feeling a bit off today?] She wanted to talk to someone. She wanted to talk to Bobby. She wanted to talk to … Mr. P, Scott, Rick, Dustin, anyone. [Sure, Dustin would be a capital idea.] The last thing she wanted was to be alone. Her eyes fell on Dustin’s sock. The tears welled in her eyes, but instead of reaching for the box of tissues [why would she have to reach for them? Aren’t they always on her person?], she reached for the telephone. Who should she call? She picked up the receiver and listened to the dial tone. Suddenly, Felicia’s face popped into her head. [She remembered the conversation they had had earlier.
“What the heck,” Angel thought. She dialed Felicia’s number and waited for her to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Felicia?”
“Yes.”
“This is Angelica Kerris.”
“Oh. Hi. What’s up?”
So Angel told her about the entire talk she had just had with Chris, from the moment he stepped into her house to the moment he walked out the door. When she was finished, she breathed a heavy sigh and waited for Felicia to say something. When she finally opened her mouth, Angel was shocked.
“It’s definitely for the better, Angel. You really need to date more people.”
“What?!? I don’t want to date anyone else. I want Chris! I love Chris!”
“Hmm ... what do you think about him dating other women?”
“Why?”
“Oh don’t worry! I’m not interested! I’m engaged! I’m just wondering.”
“Oh. Sorry. Uh … I don’t know, Felicia. It makes me sick to my stomach to even think he’s thinking about anyone else.”
“Were you this jealous when you two were going out?” [Ha! This is like the opposite of AngelSense© Brand advice.]
“I’m not jealous, just worried. And I have reason to be! You were right! He did kiss another woman.”
“Really? Oh, honey, this wasn’t meant to be.”
“You’re sure?”
“Well … give it a few weeks.”
“Okay.”
“Angel, I have to go, sorry.”
“Okay, thanks Felicia.”
“No problem.”
As soon as Angel hung up the phone, Felicia giggled to herself and dialed another number.
“Hello?”
“It’s Felicia.”
“Oh? News?”
“Plenty.” Felicia quickly retold the entire story.
“Perfect!” shouted Violet. “Phase three is in effect as of now. Before you know it, we’ll both have our revenge on Angelica. This was too easy.”
“It’s not over yet.”
“No. But the rest is a snap. We’ll just put the right people in the right places at the right times and let nature run its course. It’s like a giant chess game, really. Angel is the opponent’s king, Chris her loyal Queen, our little redhead the pawn. [what is Felicia? The rook?] And when the pawn takes the Queen the King is wide open for a checkmate. Well done, Felicia.”
NOTES:
1) Phase three is in effect? And a grotesquely overwrought chess metaphor? Egad. This villain talk is getting to be a bit much, even for me.
2) So Felicia also wants revenge on Angel. Because … uhm … of … that thing. That happened. Way back when. You know. That thing.
COMING UP NEXT …
Violet’s Evil Scheme hits the big time. Will Chris take the bait? Will Justina have to fill out any more surveys? Will we get any actual clue as to why Felicia exists? BONUS: outfit description! Join us next time for ...
Chapter 49: Check
Huzzah.
Chapter 48 – Confession (Part II)
“Chris?”
“I don’t know, Angel. God knows I want to believe you.” He spun and faced her, face wet with tears. “It hurts, Angel! It hurts that I should even have to think about you and anyone else.”
“I know.”
He walked close to her and locked eyes with her. “Tell me the truth.”
“I swear to you that nothing happened that night. And I swear that I love you, Chris. With all my heart.”
He continued to stare into her red eyes for a long while until he finally said, “I believe you, Angel.”
She closed her eyes and exhaled shakily. “Thank God.”
“But Angel, I don’t think we should see each other for a while. This is too much.”
“What?”
“I don’t know what else to do. We’re no good right now. I think we both need to take a step back and realize what is going on. ‘Cause I sure as hell don’t know now.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I am too. But what’s done is done. The only thing we can do now is hope our future will be brighter.”
“Three weeks. If we can survive that, we can survive anything.” [of course. Three weeks is the ideal amount of time to prove that you can spend a lifetime together]
“That sounds like a good amount of time to me.”
“Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“Oh, Angel. I love you too. And we can get through this. I know we can.”
“Yeah.”
“I should go now.”
“Ok.” She said softly.
Chris walked towards the door with Angel following close behind. She had no clue as to what to say next.
“Drive safely,” she murmured.
“Sure.” He looked at her for a long time before he closed the door behind him.
Angel expected herself to break down into tears the moment he left, but she didn’t [wtf? Is she feeling a bit off today?] She wanted to talk to someone. She wanted to talk to Bobby. She wanted to talk to … Mr. P, Scott, Rick, Dustin, anyone. [Sure, Dustin would be a capital idea.] The last thing she wanted was to be alone. Her eyes fell on Dustin’s sock. The tears welled in her eyes, but instead of reaching for the box of tissues [why would she have to reach for them? Aren’t they always on her person?], she reached for the telephone. Who should she call? She picked up the receiver and listened to the dial tone. Suddenly, Felicia’s face popped into her head. [She remembered the conversation they had had earlier.
“What the heck,” Angel thought. She dialed Felicia’s number and waited for her to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Felicia?”
“Yes.”
“This is Angelica Kerris.”
“Oh. Hi. What’s up?”
So Angel told her about the entire talk she had just had with Chris, from the moment he stepped into her house to the moment he walked out the door. When she was finished, she breathed a heavy sigh and waited for Felicia to say something. When she finally opened her mouth, Angel was shocked.
“It’s definitely for the better, Angel. You really need to date more people.”
“What?!? I don’t want to date anyone else. I want Chris! I love Chris!”
“Hmm ... what do you think about him dating other women?”
“Why?”
“Oh don’t worry! I’m not interested! I’m engaged! I’m just wondering.”
“Oh. Sorry. Uh … I don’t know, Felicia. It makes me sick to my stomach to even think he’s thinking about anyone else.”
“Were you this jealous when you two were going out?” [Ha! This is like the opposite of AngelSense© Brand advice.]
“I’m not jealous, just worried. And I have reason to be! You were right! He did kiss another woman.”
“Really? Oh, honey, this wasn’t meant to be.”
“You’re sure?”
“Well … give it a few weeks.”
“Okay.”
“Angel, I have to go, sorry.”
“Okay, thanks Felicia.”
“No problem.”
As soon as Angel hung up the phone, Felicia giggled to herself and dialed another number.
“Hello?”
“It’s Felicia.”
“Oh? News?”
“Plenty.” Felicia quickly retold the entire story.
“Perfect!” shouted Violet. “Phase three is in effect as of now. Before you know it, we’ll both have our revenge on Angelica. This was too easy.”
“It’s not over yet.”
“No. But the rest is a snap. We’ll just put the right people in the right places at the right times and let nature run its course. It’s like a giant chess game, really. Angel is the opponent’s king, Chris her loyal Queen, our little redhead the pawn. [what is Felicia? The rook?] And when the pawn takes the Queen the King is wide open for a checkmate. Well done, Felicia.”
NOTES:
1) Phase three is in effect? And a grotesquely overwrought chess metaphor? Egad. This villain talk is getting to be a bit much, even for me.
2) So Felicia also wants revenge on Angel. Because … uhm … of … that thing. That happened. Way back when. You know. That thing.
COMING UP NEXT …
Violet’s Evil Scheme hits the big time. Will Chris take the bait? Will Justina have to fill out any more surveys? Will we get any actual clue as to why Felicia exists? BONUS: outfit description! Join us next time for ...
Chapter 49: Check
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Chapter 47 - Friendly Advice
Welcome back, compadres. Glad you're here. Before we get to today's chapter, I'd just like to recommend a book: Chris Jericho's autobiography. It was fantastic. For serious. I laughed out loud so much that Slice thought I was exaggerating, but then I read parts aloud to him and he cracked up too. It was funny, exciting, compelling, and inspirational. I mean every one of those words sincerely. Plus, getting a "behind the scenes" scoop makes this stuff I wrote even more ludicrous. Especially the dressing rooms.
Anyhoo ... what's on the docket for today? Ah yes, Chapter 47, in which Angel has a conversation with a fifth-tier character that you assume will be important one day down the line, but I'm just warning you now: don't be so hasty with your assumptions. Enjoy!
Chapter 47 – Friendly Advice
Angel’s office seemed gloomy and quiet. She flicked on the lights, cheering the place up a bit. She looked at her watch nervously. She only [sic] an hour to set up before she would meet Chris at her house. [hold the phone. What is she setting up? Her nurse’s station? Why would she set up and then leave?]
“Hi, Angelica. Can I help?” Asked Felicia, walking through the door.
“Oh, Felicia! Thanks. Could you get the gauze from the storage room?” [is Angel still too traumatized by Marcus and Missy to get it herself?]
“No problem.”
Felicia let the room and walked not to the storage room, but to a little office near the entrance. She knocked twice.
“Who is it?”
“Felicia.”
Violet opened the door and ushered Felicia in.
“Well?”
“She’s in there alone. I’m going ahead with the plan.”
“Remember, she must trust you explicitly.” [what does that mean?]
Felicia put a wisp of fine cornsilk hair behind her ear. “I understand.”
Nurse Baigen reentered Angel’s office with the gauze and wordlessly put it into the grey-green medicine cabinet.
“Thanks,”Angel said. She removed the antibacterial disinfectant spray and cleaned the countertops. [do we really need this level of detail?] She didn’t think she was showing an outward display of any emotion, so it greatly surprised her when Felicia asked her if anything was wrong.
“No. No. why do you ask?”
“You look kinda down.”
“I do?”
“Yes. Very much so. What’s wrong?”
“With me? Absolutely nothing.”
“Ok. Sorry. But if you want to talk …”
“Thanks.”
They continued setting up in silence. A thought popped into Angel’s head. Maybe Felicia had a good idea as to how to break things to Chris. [huh?] She was certainly drawing a blank.
“Actually …”
“Yeah?”
“I could use some advice.”
“Go ahead.”
“Well … you know how I’ve been going out with Chris Benoit?”
“Yeah.”
“I love him with all my heart, but about a month ago, I kissed another guy.”
Felicia, who knew all this already, let her eyes widen in surprise. “No.”
“Yes. I don’t’ know how to break it to him. He said he needed to speak with me badly. I think he found out from someone.”
“Either that or he’s got a secret of his own.”
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe he was in a similar situation.”
“You think so?”
“If you were tempted by someone else, it’s possible.”
“I hadn’t thought about it. What should I say if that’s true?”
“Hmm …” Felicia’s pale forehead wrinkled in thought. “Well, if that is the case … maybe what you two need is a little more time away from each other.”
“What?”
“A test! To see if you really were made for each other!” Her light blue eyes sparkled.
“I don’t understand.” [is this concept that difficult to comprehend? It may not be the best idea ever, but it is clearly and logically worded. It’s not like Felicia just told Angel to spin plates in a panda kayak.]
“Like a trial period … say, three weeks at least. If you can stay faithful for that long, you can get through anything. It worked for me and my boyfriend.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Give it a shot.”
“I don’t know...”
The phone rang, interrupting Angel. As soon as she was about to pick it up, it stopped.
“How odd.”
Felicia agreed, but recognized Violet’s signal. [The signal for what?] She glanced at her watch and gasped. “I’m late for my meeting with Ole! I’m sorry, Angel!”
“It’s alright. Thank you, Felicia.”
“No problem. [twice in one chapter? Is she channeling Alf?] Take my advice.”
“Maybe I will.”
Felicia Baigen rushed through the door, leaving Angelica to turn the idea over in her head. Violet was waiting impatiently in her office.
“Well?”
“It went very well.”
Violet smiled in an evil way. “Good. Now we begin phase two. You know what to do?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect.” This was too sweet!
NOTES
1) Let’s break down Violet’s Evil Scheme thus far, shall we? STEP ONE: pose as a secretary, constantly bump into Chris with top buttons of shirt undone. STEP TWO: try to seduce Chris after colluding with Arn. STEP THREE: Call Chris’s ex-girlfriend and survey her about her dating habits. STEP FOUR: Send Felicia in to tell Angel that she and Chris should have a trial separation. At some point during this scheme, she acquired an office and an evil laugh. And a comic book villain’s vocabulary. “Phase two”???
2) And what was with "the signal"? Violet didn't seem to have any ostensible reason to hail Felicia back into her office. And how did she know Felicia was done giving Evil Advice to Angel?
3) I know I’ve mentioned this before, but why do they need two nurses? Angel really never seems all that busy, unless you count locating gauze or being cried upon.
4) We all know why Violet/Marie/Sunny/Nightshade/Gillian hates Angel, but what is Felicia’s problem with her? Unless she just really enjoys being Vi’s minion. What’s that you say? You assume I’ll explain in future chapters? Well … you just go ahead and hold fast to that assumption.
COMING UP NEXT …
Here it comes, folks: a cavalcade of Changel drama. Boy howdy, it’s dramatic. I don’t want to give too much away, so all I’ll say is that yes, there will be crying. And a sock.
Tune in next week for …
Chapter 48 – Confession (Part I)
Anyhoo ... what's on the docket for today? Ah yes, Chapter 47, in which Angel has a conversation with a fifth-tier character that you assume will be important one day down the line, but I'm just warning you now: don't be so hasty with your assumptions. Enjoy!
Chapter 47 – Friendly Advice
Angel’s office seemed gloomy and quiet. She flicked on the lights, cheering the place up a bit. She looked at her watch nervously. She only [sic] an hour to set up before she would meet Chris at her house. [hold the phone. What is she setting up? Her nurse’s station? Why would she set up and then leave?]
“Hi, Angelica. Can I help?” Asked Felicia, walking through the door.
“Oh, Felicia! Thanks. Could you get the gauze from the storage room?” [is Angel still too traumatized by Marcus and Missy to get it herself?]
“No problem.”
Felicia let the room and walked not to the storage room, but to a little office near the entrance. She knocked twice.
“Who is it?”
“Felicia.”
Violet opened the door and ushered Felicia in.
“Well?”
“She’s in there alone. I’m going ahead with the plan.”
“Remember, she must trust you explicitly.” [what does that mean?]
Felicia put a wisp of fine cornsilk hair behind her ear. “I understand.”
Nurse Baigen reentered Angel’s office with the gauze and wordlessly put it into the grey-green medicine cabinet.
“Thanks,”Angel said. She removed the antibacterial disinfectant spray and cleaned the countertops. [do we really need this level of detail?] She didn’t think she was showing an outward display of any emotion, so it greatly surprised her when Felicia asked her if anything was wrong.
“No. No. why do you ask?”
“You look kinda down.”
“I do?”
“Yes. Very much so. What’s wrong?”
“With me? Absolutely nothing.”
“Ok. Sorry. But if you want to talk …”
“Thanks.”
They continued setting up in silence. A thought popped into Angel’s head. Maybe Felicia had a good idea as to how to break things to Chris. [huh?] She was certainly drawing a blank.
“Actually …”
“Yeah?”
“I could use some advice.”
“Go ahead.”
“Well … you know how I’ve been going out with Chris Benoit?”
“Yeah.”
“I love him with all my heart, but about a month ago, I kissed another guy.”
Felicia, who knew all this already, let her eyes widen in surprise. “No.”
“Yes. I don’t’ know how to break it to him. He said he needed to speak with me badly. I think he found out from someone.”
“Either that or he’s got a secret of his own.”
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe he was in a similar situation.”
“You think so?”
“If you were tempted by someone else, it’s possible.”
“I hadn’t thought about it. What should I say if that’s true?”
“Hmm …” Felicia’s pale forehead wrinkled in thought. “Well, if that is the case … maybe what you two need is a little more time away from each other.”
“What?”
“A test! To see if you really were made for each other!” Her light blue eyes sparkled.
“I don’t understand.” [is this concept that difficult to comprehend? It may not be the best idea ever, but it is clearly and logically worded. It’s not like Felicia just told Angel to spin plates in a panda kayak.]
“Like a trial period … say, three weeks at least. If you can stay faithful for that long, you can get through anything. It worked for me and my boyfriend.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Give it a shot.”
“I don’t know...”
The phone rang, interrupting Angel. As soon as she was about to pick it up, it stopped.
“How odd.”
Felicia agreed, but recognized Violet’s signal. [The signal for what?] She glanced at her watch and gasped. “I’m late for my meeting with Ole! I’m sorry, Angel!”
“It’s alright. Thank you, Felicia.”
“No problem. [twice in one chapter? Is she channeling Alf?] Take my advice.”
“Maybe I will.”
Felicia Baigen rushed through the door, leaving Angelica to turn the idea over in her head. Violet was waiting impatiently in her office.
“Well?”
“It went very well.”
Violet smiled in an evil way. “Good. Now we begin phase two. You know what to do?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect.” This was too sweet!
NOTES
1) Let’s break down Violet’s Evil Scheme thus far, shall we? STEP ONE: pose as a secretary, constantly bump into Chris with top buttons of shirt undone. STEP TWO: try to seduce Chris after colluding with Arn. STEP THREE: Call Chris’s ex-girlfriend and survey her about her dating habits. STEP FOUR: Send Felicia in to tell Angel that she and Chris should have a trial separation. At some point during this scheme, she acquired an office and an evil laugh. And a comic book villain’s vocabulary. “Phase two”???
2) And what was with "the signal"? Violet didn't seem to have any ostensible reason to hail Felicia back into her office. And how did she know Felicia was done giving Evil Advice to Angel?
3) I know I’ve mentioned this before, but why do they need two nurses? Angel really never seems all that busy, unless you count locating gauze or being cried upon.
4) We all know why Violet/Marie/Sunny/Nightshade/Gillian hates Angel, but what is Felicia’s problem with her? Unless she just really enjoys being Vi’s minion. What’s that you say? You assume I’ll explain in future chapters? Well … you just go ahead and hold fast to that assumption.
COMING UP NEXT …
Here it comes, folks: a cavalcade of Changel drama. Boy howdy, it’s dramatic. I don’t want to give too much away, so all I’ll say is that yes, there will be crying. And a sock.
Tune in next week for …
Chapter 48 – Confession (Part I)
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Chapter 40: A New Nurse
We’ve moved to yet another marble notebook (don’t worry, there’s plenty more), and in this one, I started making notes of when each chapter was written. This particular one was composed on September 14, 1994. That makes me 14. Still technically in middle school, because my junior high went up to 9th grade for some reason, but really, I probably should have known better from here on out. I didn’t. I just kept plugging away. And you, gentle readers, are the beneficiaries. Or something like that.
Moving right along …
Last week, Asstin decided that their friendship was the most powerful force in the universe. This week, Violet’s Evil Scheme starts rolling. Excited? I sure am …
Chapter 40: A New Nurse
Angel had never cared much about her two nurses, Katlin Ross and Leslie Canter [maybe that’s because I promptly forgot that they existed after mentioning them]. So when Leslie decided to quit, Angel’s only worry was who her replacement would be.
Felicia Baigen [name of a boss in Final Fantasy 2, thankyouverymuch] was her name. She was 24, a skilled nurse, and stunning. With her pale blue eyes and size six figure [is she from Sweet Valley?], she looked as if she just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Her chin-length hair was platinum blonde and shone like cornsilk.
She seemed like an okay person to Angel, who was relieved to be rid of that snob Leslie.
Too bad she didn’t realize that there were much better people to wish to be rid of in WCW. [FORESHADOWING!]
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Violet Royce sat down in her hotel suite and reread the letter she had intercepted from Chris to Angel [intercepted? Was she hiding in a mailbox?] It wasn’t very interesting—mostly about his wrestling matches and how much he missed her, but there was one tidbit of information that could prove useful …
“… Hey, you remember that woman Justina Foster I was telling you about? (I know you’d rather not!) Well, Anyway, she used to work as a seamstress here for All-Japan before she moved back to the states. Cool, huh? (Okay, not to you) …….”
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Violet couldn’t help but wonder – who was this Justina Foster? Someone Angel would dislike. An ex-girlfriend? Ex-wife? The possibilities were intriguing. Violet would have to find out more.
She very carefully re-glued the steamed-open envelope with the letter in it, but only after jotting down the information about Justina. This would be fun.
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Angel finished giving Felicia the grand tour of the nurse’s office in a typical building [huh?]. After meeting the wrestlers on hand (not many of Angel’s friends of course, what with Chris, Bobby, and Dustin all away) Felicia decided to help Angel finish setting up for the night’s matches.
After the long night of work was over, Angel returned home and wrote a letter to Chris. There was only four days left until Dustin’s wedding. She couldn’t wait.
NOTES:
1) Why do they need three nurses? It’s not a hospital. They don’t need to work shifts. There’s like, three hours of matches max. And pretty much all Angel ever does is put gauze on things and let people cry on her. Doesn’t sound too taxing.
2) Hey, Violet: thanks for not making us read that entire letter.
3) Justina Foster! And you thought that was just going to be a random name that I dropped and never picked up again. Well, it still might be. Only one way to find out, folks!
COMING UP NEXT ….
Dustin’s bachelor party! Will there be strippers? Beer? Bell peppers? A fist-fight? No, no, no, YES. That’s right, YES. SWEEEEEEEEET! Tune in next time for …
Chapter 41: Dustin’s Bachelor Party (Part 1)
Moving right along …
Last week, Asstin decided that their friendship was the most powerful force in the universe. This week, Violet’s Evil Scheme starts rolling. Excited? I sure am …
Chapter 40: A New Nurse
Angel had never cared much about her two nurses, Katlin Ross and Leslie Canter [maybe that’s because I promptly forgot that they existed after mentioning them]. So when Leslie decided to quit, Angel’s only worry was who her replacement would be.
Felicia Baigen [name of a boss in Final Fantasy 2, thankyouverymuch] was her name. She was 24, a skilled nurse, and stunning. With her pale blue eyes and size six figure [is she from Sweet Valley?], she looked as if she just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Her chin-length hair was platinum blonde and shone like cornsilk.
She seemed like an okay person to Angel, who was relieved to be rid of that snob Leslie.
Too bad she didn’t realize that there were much better people to wish to be rid of in WCW. [FORESHADOWING!]
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Violet Royce sat down in her hotel suite and reread the letter she had intercepted from Chris to Angel [intercepted? Was she hiding in a mailbox?] It wasn’t very interesting—mostly about his wrestling matches and how much he missed her, but there was one tidbit of information that could prove useful …
“… Hey, you remember that woman Justina Foster I was telling you about? (I know you’d rather not!) Well, Anyway, she used to work as a seamstress here for All-Japan before she moved back to the states. Cool, huh? (Okay, not to you) …….”
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Violet couldn’t help but wonder – who was this Justina Foster? Someone Angel would dislike. An ex-girlfriend? Ex-wife? The possibilities were intriguing. Violet would have to find out more.
She very carefully re-glued the steamed-open envelope with the letter in it, but only after jotting down the information about Justina. This would be fun.
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Angel finished giving Felicia the grand tour of the nurse’s office in a typical building [huh?]. After meeting the wrestlers on hand (not many of Angel’s friends of course, what with Chris, Bobby, and Dustin all away) Felicia decided to help Angel finish setting up for the night’s matches.
After the long night of work was over, Angel returned home and wrote a letter to Chris. There was only four days left until Dustin’s wedding. She couldn’t wait.
NOTES:
1) Why do they need three nurses? It’s not a hospital. They don’t need to work shifts. There’s like, three hours of matches max. And pretty much all Angel ever does is put gauze on things and let people cry on her. Doesn’t sound too taxing.
2) Hey, Violet: thanks for not making us read that entire letter.
3) Justina Foster! And you thought that was just going to be a random name that I dropped and never picked up again. Well, it still might be. Only one way to find out, folks!
COMING UP NEXT ….
Dustin’s bachelor party! Will there be strippers? Beer? Bell peppers? A fist-fight? No, no, no, YES. That’s right, YES. SWEEEEEEEEET! Tune in next time for …
Chapter 41: Dustin’s Bachelor Party (Part 1)
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