Tuesday, June 12
In Which Suspense is Preserved At All Costs
BM and RCW raced down the highway. RCW, after a coupla hours finally screwed up the courage to ask BM, "Umm do you always drive this fast?" BM looked at her (which made RCW even nervouser, cos shouldn't BM be watching the road considering the speedo showed 120?), grinned and said, "Nope. Not always. Only when I'm driving a stolen car that I mean to ditch ASAP. Or a float on one of those Pride Parades" she added as an afterthought. "Ah-ha-ha", laughed RCW nervously. Surely, BM was kidding. She looked at BM again. Just to make sure. The slightly manic gleam in BM's eyes didn't make her feel any better. "You're kidding, arent you?" "No, course not. But don't worry. We'll ditch this one as soon's we can find an alternative. This one's a little flashy, no? What dya want to ride in next? An Aston Martin?" RCW gulped. "Umm. Can't we just like rent a car or something?" "Hahahaha. Now tell me *you're* kidding.", chortled BM, with what RCW could only think of as inappropriate hilarity. "I have *never* rented a car in my life. Haha. Rent a car, it seems." RCW was seriously worried now. Maybe this hadn't been the greatest idea. "Don't worry, kiddo. We'll be fine. If the cops follow, you just lie low. In your seat, I mean.", BM smiled at her kindly (again looking away from the road!!). "Only in case of stray bullets. But they hardly ever shoot. Just relax, OK? And don't frown, kiddo. You don't want horrid lines on your face now, do you?". RCW seriously considered opening the passenger door and jumping out. But then, considering the pros, BM seemed perfectly nice. And had a strangely reassuring air about her. Maybe it would be a good idea to stick it out for a bit?
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Pick up Pitt and you have a good Thelma & Louise...
oooh oooh!
no flaffy no! don't listen to black mamba. i don't wanna die. i got too much living to do. too many impressionable girls to look at with a glint in my eye! too many flashy cars to steal! too many floats to sit atop!
any more such pitt stops and i think the mamba will also deserve a slither on.
Umm so.. My innernet has been mia for a week.. Leaving me all alone, cold and brokenhearted... Until the voices in me head started plauging me, that eez...
But, now it is back from long unsanctioned holiday, and all is good again.
Promised guest entry shall be waiting patiently in your inbox very soon. Like now-ish.
finally.
(the problems of being a popular writer - impatient, demanding audiences)
@mamba: Tsk, tsk. That would be lowering the tone of the narrative no?
@cnb: ;)
@bm: Rest assured, woman. You will live to have a thousand sons. Or some such.
@tr: You are now an accredited punaholic. PA ne1?
@wiseling: Send, send. Let's see some type where your fingers are.
@??!: But I have the loveliest audience ever. This story runs on their ideas and all :)
I did send. Didnt you get? :(
narrative-sharrative. don't go all the way, just sprinkle some Pitt-y people. that might even help the optioning as a screenplay. no?
tr: thanks! but this hints were purely altruistic. having one hot man in the car ain't gonna hurt, right?
revealed: Cont. my cliche ride, I would take the liberty to reco that TR have VIP vest and briefs on when he saves RCW... a la 80's ad style. < and then she quietly slithers away into the sunset >
This is getting rather "Mulholland Drive"-esque and I mean that in a nice way, of course.
That also means us men will be watching the rest of the series with a *very* keen eye.
BM (the fictitious one): don't disappoint us, please.
mamba:
i thought that was going to be my role?
i like mulholland driving.
@wiseling:Got it. Posting it right now. Chez magnifique it is :D
@ mamba: Wiseling has provided what I couldn't :D. But tr in vests and briegs. Hmmmm Interesting. No promises though.
@km, tr: You don't know what you're in for (fictitious yous that is). Mwahahahahahaha.
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