_c_o_r_d_y_ (_c_o_r_d_y_) wrote in thespin,
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Who? What? Where? When? Why?

All good questions. Now, someone’s lips better start flapping with some answers that are just as good, if not better! If not, its law suits all around. Just wait till daddy hears about this...

Looking around suspiciously, I eyed each person critically. Neither of them looked like an evil genius mastermind, but looks may be deceiving. Believe me, I know. I’ve dated my fair share of supposed prince charmings who just ended up being frogs. Actually, no, there is nothing fair about the amount come to think of it.

At this point, my money is on the stick figure with hair. Sure, she lays on a nice thick layer of the sweet Southern Belle act, but I can see right through her flimsy sugar coating. Anybody who would wear that sweater with those shoes is definitely two fries short of a happy meal and thus...I give you our perfect suspect for any evil that’s going on.

Yes, even masterminds can speak with a southern twang. Her hey y’all’s are fooling no one.

“Okay, I’ve got some questions for you bunch of...people, and believe me when I say a wrong answer will be a factor on how well you survive in the rest of this game...”

Crossing my arms I inhaled and tried to seem calm, but all that was shot to hell once I reopened my mouth...

“Who the hell are you people? What the hell am I doing here? Where on God’s green earth are we, because the decor is an eye sore. When exactly can I get away from you looneys? And lastly...why does everything happen to me...?”

It’s true, bad things always do happen to the best of people. Its like some screw up natural law of this insane world. And I’m obviously this laws target way too often.

Placing a hand over my mouth I gasped as my eyes widened.

“Oh god...oh god-oh god-oh god!I had a hair appointment at Stephen’s today at 12! Do any of you know how long the waiting list for that place is?!” I looked them over once again...then scoffed. “Dumb question. Why would any of you know? Alright, consider the bitch-switch flipped on. I need names people! And...social security numbers wouldn’t be out of the question...”

What? I need some kind of information to give the police.

“Actually...maybe I should throw in phone number too....”

Mr. Blue eyed 5 o’clock shadow was pretty studly. Ugh! What the hell am I thinking? He could be the enemy.

((This was kind of a quick thing thrown together. lemme know if editing is needed))
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