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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 22, 2006 15:18:00 GMT -5
lol. I will as soon as I get some more done. I'm like multi-tasking now.
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 22, 2006 18:12:26 GMT -5
*Billie has been driving the car randomly over the country. Now I have no idea where we are. Mike is still fixed on finding out where we're going. Tré really wants to car surf, giving him more beer seems to occupy him temporarily.*
Billie: *to Tré* For the last fucking time... SIT YOUR ASS DOWN! Tré: Can I have another drink? Mike: Maybe we should stop for a while. Me: I think I agree with that. Mike: See, she agrees... Pull over. Billie: Not right here! Tré: Roll roll roll a joint! Me: Tré, honey, calm down. Mike: I don't think he should have anymore to drink. Me: *said as I am trying to get Tré to stay seated* I didn't plan on giving him anymore. Tré: Twist it at the ends! Me: No, no twisting. Mike: For God's sake Billie! Stop the fucking car! Billie: Fine! Let me find a gas station. *Billie finds a gas station and he parks the car* Me: I'll go get us some coffee. *gets out of car to get coffee* Mike: And you think you're ready for a relationship. Tré: I am! *pauses* Light it up and take a puff! Billie: Tré! Pull your ass together! Tré: My ass isn't together? Billie: I give up! Mike: Oh, here she comes. *I come out to the car* That was fast! Me: Yeah, would you imagine there are no lines when you're out in the middle of no where. *glares at Billie* Billie: I asked you if you wanted to drive. Me: Yes. Yes you did. Tré: Does that coffee have alcohol in it? Me: No. Tré: Can I have a cheech? Me: No. Mike: Tré, coffee will, um... make it easier for you to drink again... Tré: Ooo! Gimme coffee! Billie: *to Mike* Wow... It worked. Me: You think I could tell him coffee is beer and he'd think he was drinking beer? Mike: Well, I think right now, anything is possible with Tré. Billie: Yeah, I'm just suprised he hasn't tried to fuck you yet... Me: WHAT? Billie: Oops.
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 22, 2006 20:30:58 GMT -5
*Tré's not to conserned with the topic of conversation, the main reason being that he's completely drunk. Mike's still trying to find our way out of the middle of nowhere. Billie's trying to appologize for being too blunt.*
Billie: I didn't mean it. REALLY. Me: Oh, sure, because you just joke around all the time like that. Billie: I do! Mike: He does, but, he's actually right about the Tré thing. Me: WHAT?!?!?! Billie: Mike, thanks for helpin me out. You're a great guy. Mike: Oh, No Problem. Now... Where are we? Me: Oh gosh Billie. What am I supposed to do now? Billie: I don't know. Tré: Pass it to your friends! Me: What? Mike: He's singing. Now, if we are here... Billie: It's not a big deal. Hey, you're the youngest he's been with, maybe he's considering waiting. Mike: Tré? Wait? *pause* Oh right... We're trying to comfort her aren't we... The nearest store is... Me: Ok. Wow. Can you STOP trying to figure out where we are for a sec and help me out? Mike: Well, I could help more if I knew where we were. Billie: You didn't even know where you wanted to go when we got in the car! Mike: Ok, here's what we do. Because Tré is drunk, I'll sit in the back, Amber, sit in the front passenger seat. Billie: Oh great. Me: HEY! Mike: Tré's less likely to make a move if he's sober, well, a far move. Me: Far? Move? Billie: He won't fuck ya if he's sober. Me: Oh. Ok. *gets in the front passenger seat and Mike gets in the back seat with Tré* Billie: And we're off. Mike: To where?
~~~~Oooo... Tré... make a move? And will we make it out of the Middle of Nowhere?~~~~
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Post by Taylorrrr on Jan 23, 2006 11:49:36 GMT -5
i love it almost as much as happy family...
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 23, 2006 18:40:44 GMT -5
lol. I love happy family! I need to find more time to write.
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 23, 2006 20:53:31 GMT -5
*Tré passes out while Billie is trying to get us out of NoWhere'sVille (He's not having much success). Mike's sitting in the back with Tré and a map. I'm sitting in the front, turned around to make sure Tré doesn't wake up and grope me.*
Mike: If you make a left turn, we'll be... ummm, making a left turn? Me: Why would he try to fuck me? Mike: It's Tré. Billie: Amber, I wish you would at LEAST sit in the seat the right way. It's bad enough I could get pulled over for you not wearing a seat belt... Me: Billie, Of all people, I didn't think you would be this cautious. And who's gonna pull you over in the Middle of NoWhere? Answer that for me. Billie: Just turn around... Please? Me: Well sinse you asked so nicely. *turns around and sits in seat the correct way* Billie: Seatbelt? Me: Don't push it. Tré: *slowly waking up* Mike: And if we take a right up there... *pauses* I don't think this place is on the map. Me: Really now. I could have told you that. Mike: Why didn't you pick up a fucking map at the gas station? Me: *sarcastically* Because I like seeing you pissed. *not sarcastic anymore* I didn't see any! You think I'm stupid? Mike: *getting angry* IF THE BOOT FITS! Me: I'M NOT WEARING BOOTS! Mike: *looks back at map* Tré: Wh-Wha-What's going on? Me: Oh, Mike thinks I'm stupid. Tré: Mike? Mike: She's annoying *points to me* Billie: Pointing isn't nice. Mike: Oh just drive! Billie: DON'T GET MAD AT ME! Tré: Can't we all just get along? Everyone else in the car: *at the same time* NO! Tré: Oh, ok then... Um... Amber? Me: Yeah? Tré: Why are you up there with Billie? Billie: Sorry, Tré. I just couldn't resist. Me: *hits Billie* Billie: Ouch! Ya know, that really hurt. Me: Well, stop misleading him! Tré: What happend? Me: You got drunk, and passed out. And we were a little afraid you would wake up and fuck me. Tré: And that would be... bad? Mike: 1 - 2 - 3 deep sleep. Tré: What? Mike: It worked on Montel. Billie: Mike, what are we gonna do with you?
~~~~ What are we gonna do with Mike???~~~~
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Post by stars mystify on Jan 24, 2006 16:50:08 GMT -5
HAHAH!!! Awsomeness!!!!!
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 24, 2006 18:33:13 GMT -5
*Ok, so we're still lost... Big suprise I know. Gosh, can't Billie get us out of this? Guess not, because now we've headed down a dirt road.*
Me: I THOUGHT you said this road would lead us somewhere. Billie: It does. Me: Where? Billie: *pulls car over* This tree. Isn't it a lovely tree? Let's all stop and just take in its beauty. Mike: Umm, Billie? Billie: Yeah, Mike? Mike: I hate to tell you this, but... Billie: Yes? Mike: That's an old phone post. There's not even wires on it anymore. Billie: I knew that. Me: But, I thought you said it was a- Billie: I meant phone post. Look at how pretty! Tré: *sobering up now* I want to touch it. *starts to get out of the car* Mike: *pulls Tré by the shirt back into the car* Oh no you don't. Billie: Yeah, you remember what we got stuck with last time you got outta the car? Me: HEY! Billie: Oh, right, you're still here. Me: Thanks. Yeah, thanks a lot. Billie: I'm JUST joking. Mike: Billie? Billie: Yes, Mike? Mike: Can we start the car now? Billie: Urgh, you just wanna ruin my fun. Mike: No, I don't wanna get eaten by the big wolf like thing following us. Billie: SHIT! *turns on the car and floors it* Me: You could have warned me you were gonna do that! Billie: Hmmm, let's think. Warn you and get eaten, or floor it and not get eaten... Mike: Yeah, sorry, I have to agree with Billie on this one. Tré: I agree with you Amber! Me: Thanks, Tré. Billie: Yeah, but, he did try to jump outta the car... Me: I still think it's nice that you agree with me Tré. Tré: Thanks. Ummm, why are you sitting up there again? Mike: She's fuckin' scared of ya. Me: AM NOT! YOU SAID HE WOULD MAKE A MOVE! Tré: Why would you tell her that? Billie: It seemed like something you would do. Mike: Yeah, you were drunk man. Tré: I wouldn't do that. Mike: Well, we wanted to make sure. Me: Yeah, Tré, they wanted to make sure. Billie: HEY! YOU AGREED TO MOVE UP HERE! Me: Ok, so I did, but... they told me you would make a move!
~~~ Well, now that Tré is sober... and knows that the guys think he's a sex freak, what will happen?~~~
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 27, 2006 17:45:01 GMT -5
*Tré and Mike are still sitting in the back seat. Billie and I are in the front, Billie's still driving.*
Me: Ummm, Billie, you look a little tired. Billie: You didn't wanna drive remember! Me: Umm, Billie, I wasn't asking to drive. Billie: You weren't? Oh, what were you asking? Mike: She didn't ask anything. She just stated that you look tired... And she's right. Billie: *pulls car over* Tré: What are we doing? Billie: Stopping. Tré: Well obviously. But why? Billie: I'm tired. *everyone except Billie throws arms up in the air* Billie: What? Me: I just said that you look like you are tired. Mike: Want me to drive? Billie: Would ya? *Mike and Billie switch places* Billie: *looks at Tré* Don't try anything. Tré: I wouldn't if I wanted to. Billie: Good. I'm gonna sleep. *Mike starts the car and we're off again. Tré fell asleep, again, and now Billie is asleep, and I'm drifting that way as well, but I can't because 1) I feel bad for leaving Mike awake and 2) Billie's snoring.* Me: Does he always snore that loud? Mike: Yeah, you can't sleep through it either? Me: Nope. Mike: I don't see how Tré does it. Me: *looks back at Tré* Mike: Don't worry, he won't do anything while he's asleep. Me: That's not what I was worried about. Mike: What? Me: Nothing. *turns back around* It's not important. Mike: I think it is. *Billie rolls over waking Tré up* Tré: *still half asleep* God Damnit Billie! *Billie still sleeps* Tré: Well, I'm up now. Ya want me to drive? Mike: No. Tré: Why? Mike: I don't think Billie would trust you with the car. Tré: Oh... HEY! *Billie still sleeps* Mike: Aw come on Tré, you know I didn't mean it in a bad way. Tré: I don't know about you anymore Mike. I just don't know. Me: Ummm... where are we? Mike: Oh, now you care about where we are?!?!?! Me: Well, yeah, if you guys are gonna fight about a car. Mike: Ok, we won't fight about the car. *silence* Tré: Why wouldn't he want me to drive the car? Mike: Quite honestly Tré, you're a little crazy. Tré: Well, I bet I drive better than Billie. Me: I thought we were gonna not talk about the car. Mike: You're right. We're stopping now. Tré: So I can drive? Mike: We're not stopping the car! We're stopping the conversation! Tré: Oh. *silence* Mike: So, where am I going? Me: I thought you knew. Mike: No. I have no clue. Tré: So, you've just been driving around aimlessly? Mike: Pretty much. Me: So... We're lost then? Mike: Guess so. *Billie's still sleeping* Tré: Wow, he snores loud. Me: Yeah, how did you sleep through that? Tré: It's a gift I guess. Mike: Well, I want the gift then. Me: Me too. Tré: Sorry, you can't have it. Billie trusts you with the car. Mike: GET OVER THE CAR MAN! *Billie... still sleeping* Me: Wow, he WAS tired.
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Post by Veggi Girl on Jan 27, 2006 18:30:28 GMT -5
This one is really short.
*So, Billie's asleep... And, we're still lost, like that's suprising though. Mike is still driving. Tré still wants to drive, but I think he's losing steam on this whole wanting to drive thing. He doesn't seem as interested in driving now as he sounds interested in figuring out what the guys think of him.*
Tré: So when you said that Billie wouldn't trust me with the car, you meant... Mike: That Billie wouldn't trust you with the car. Tré: Well that's shitty. Mike: Yep... I guess. Me: If we hit Billie with something will he stop snoring? Mike: Doubt it. Tré: But he may wake up. Mike: No, actually, I doubt that too. Me: God, what WILL make him stop? Mike: He'll stop when he wakes up. Me: And how do we wake him up? Tré: He won't wake up until he's had enough sleep. Me: *puts pillow over head* Tré: You look tired. Me: I am. Tré: Ok, switch me spots. Me: Why? Tré: The back seat is bigger. Me: I won't be able to sleep with Billie snoring. Tré: Oh yeah ya will, it's easy if ya get used to it. *Mike pulls car over and me and Tré switch spots... Tré's right, I fall asleep*
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Post by Veggi Girl on Feb 7, 2006 20:13:29 GMT -5
*Billie wakes up and sees me sleeping next to him... Uh-oh!*
Billie: What the?!?!?! Tre: Shhhh. She's sleeping. Billie: Well why is she sleeping back here? Mike: She couldn't sleep up here. Tre: There's more room back there. Billie: Ok, but, nothing happend... right? Tre: What are you implying? Billie: Nevermind.Mi Mike: So, where am I going? Billie: You've been driving and not know where you're going? Mike: Yeah, you never told me where we're going. Tre: I think we passed that tree an hour ago. Mike: Yeah, it looks familiar. Tre: It is. It's the one that I said looked kinda like a bunny humpin another bunny. Mike: Oh Yeah! That was fuckin hilarious! Tre: I know. Wasn't it though. Billie: What are you guys on? I want some. Mike: Well, Amber's back there. Billie: Not SOME, SOME, some of whatever you're on. Tre: We're actually not on anything. Mike: Hey, there's a hotel. Should we check in? Billie: It kinda freaks me out. Tre: It looks really old... Like it's about to fall down or something. Mike: Well, we can't stay in this car forever. Billie: True... pull over. We should check it out. Tre: What about Amber? Mike: You stay with her and Billie and I will check it out. Billie: I don't wanna go. Mike: C'mon Billie, we'll go together so you won't be alone. Tre: You guys trust me with a girl? Mike: Well, no, but I don't trust Billie with the car. Tre: Oh.
*Billie and Mike get out of the car and head towards the hotel.* Mike: I don't know if it was such a good idea to leave Amber with Tre. Billie: We're about to enter a freaky hotel and you're worried about what Tre will do to Amber??? Mike: It's not that scarey. Billie: Yeah, sure. I bet ya it's even scarier inside. Mike: We'll see... *opens door for Billie. They walk in and head towards the information desk. The guy at the desk is wearing a shirt with a name tag that says Jim.* Billie: Hi, ummm... Jim. Mind if we take a look around? Jim: My name's not Jim. It's Ben, but I don't mind. Mike: Oh, sorry, Ben. Billie: *gives Mike a look that says, I told ya so.* Ben: No problem, I get it all the time. *Billie and Mike head down the hall* Billie: That guy was strange. I don't like this place. Mike: Just give it a chance. We need a place to stay. Billie: But the guy's name is Ben! Not Jim! Mike: Maybe he just started. Billie: I don't think they would give him a name tag with the wrong name on it. Mike: I'm sure there's an explanation. Billie: You know we can't look in the rooms right... Mike: Yeah. Billie: So why did we even come in here? Mike: To show you that there's nothing to be afraid of.
*Meanwhile, outside, in the car... I wake up* Me: Holy shit what time is it? Tre: *looks at watch* Almost 8... Me: In the morning? Tre: No, evening. Me: What??? Tre: You were sleeping so we didn't wake you up. Me: Where's Billie and Mike? Tre: *points to hotel* Me: They went in there?!?! Tre: Yep. Me: Are they crazy? Tre: Apparently. Me: Oh. I thought they were afraid to leave you alone with me. Tre: I guess they got over it.
*Mike and Billie come out to the car* Mike: Hello, have a nice nap? Me: Ummm, yeah. Tre: How was the hotel. Billie: Freaky. Mike: But we're staying here for a night. Me: We're staying in there?!?!?!?! Billie: *points to me* See! She's freaked out too! *to me* Thank you. Me: Ummm, no problem... Are we seriously staying here? Mike: Yes. Tre: We're all gonna die aren't we.... Billie: Yes... yes Tre, we are. Me: Oh great. Mike: We're not gonna die. Now come on. Let's get in there.
*We all get out of the car and go inside the hotel* Billie: Oh, we should probably warn you guys that the guy's name isn't Jim, It's Ben. Me: What? Mike: Shh. Ben: Back? Mike: Uh, yeah, we decided to stay a night. Ben: Great. That'll be for five right? *Everyone counts* Tre: Ummm, no, four. Ben: Oh, right. Billie: *under his breath* I told you this place is creepy... Me: Yeah, you called it.
*Ben gives Mike the key to get into the hotel. We all slowly walk down the hallway, Mike trying to keep optimistic, Billie and I thinking that it would have been better to stay out in the car, Tre thinking... nothing really... Yep, his mind is a complete blank right now. Mike opens the door to the hotel room.* Me: This place is crap! Mike: Well, did you expect something better when ya saw the walls out there? Me: No, those walls freak me out. Billie: Me too. It looks like they covered up the walls with paint. Tre: Why's a hotel out here in the middle of nowhere anyway? *everyone is silent* Me: I don't really wanna think about that. Billie: Me either. Tre: I wonder if they have a mini bar.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Wow, Tre wants to drink again, and our hotel is creepy~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Post by Veggi Girl on Feb 8, 2006 18:11:16 GMT -5
Mike: Ok, If I worked this out correctly, we have a days drive to the next gas station. Me: You found us on the map? Mike: Well, no... But I'm making an educated guess that if we travel in this direction, we'll hit this blob thing. Tré: ou mean the chocolate? Mike: It's not chocolate, if it was chocolate it would rub off, like... this *rubs the blob and it comes off* Billie: We're screwed. *A noise comes from the hallway* Me: What was that? Billie: I don't wanna know. Tré: Mike, go see... Mike: Why me?!?!?! Billie: 'Cause you're the one that's no scared. Mike: What makes you think I'm not scared?!?!?! Billie: You picked this damn place! Me: Ok, I'll go, but someone has to come with me. Tré: I'll go. Mike: No, Tré, I'll go. Me: Why? Mike: Tré'll get you lost. Me: Aren't we lost already? Billie: She makes a good point. Mike: Hey Tré, weren't you looking for a beer? Tré: Ooo, beer... *goes to look for a beer* Me: Ok... You open the door. Mike: No, you. Me: Fine. *Opens door* I don't see anything. Billie: You have to walk down the hallway. Me: WHY?!?!? Billie: Because that's how things work. Mike: Ok, we'll go, but we're not gonna walk around the entire hotel. Billie: Fine, if ya wanna do it the wrong way. Tré: I can't find any beer! Me: I could go for a beer right now. Mike: You're too young to drink. Me: So? I think it should be legal in cases like this. Mike: *as they walk out the door* Cases like what? Me: In cases where you're about to die. Mike: Oh. Hey, We're not gonna die. Me: I beg to differ. * Mike and I walk around the hallways for a little bit* Me: Look at this... Mike: Look at what? Me: This writing. It looks like it's been covered up with paint. Mike: *looks at the wall* That's kinda creepy. Me: *nods* I wanna go back now. Mike: It looks like it's on the ceiling too! Me: Mike, I really wanna go now. Mike: In a sec. This is interesting. Me: No, it's scarey. Mike: The paint on the wall is chipping off... *touches wall* But it's still wet. Me: Mike! I wanna leave NOW! Mike: *pulls paint off the wall* What, nothing happend. Me: No, but it scares me Mike, and I wanna go. Mike: Fine. We'll go back to the room. Me: Thank you. *They star to head back to the room but Mike stops* Me: Mike! I wanna go. Mike: But- Me: But what? I'm freaked out. Mike: But the writing isn't covered up anymore... Me: *reading the writing* "Get Out"... I agree. Let's leave. Mike: We'll get to the hotel room. Then we'll decide from there. Me: Ok, but I'm not gonna be happy if we all get killed. Mike: I don't expect you to. Me: Good. Mike: *takes my hand* Me: What? Mike: So we don't get separated. Me: Way to make me feel better Mike. Now I'm gonna be worried about dying ALONE! Mike: Shhh... If there is something, we don't want it to hear us. Me: Damnit Mike! *We get to the hotel room.* Billie: So, what'd ya find? Mike: Old wet paint, writing... Me: It was scarey! Billie: It sounds it. Me: Anything happen here? Billie: Not really. Tré has been enertaining me so I haven't been paying attention. Tré: Hey, I'm supposed to hold her hand! Mike: I didn't want us to get separated in the hallway. Billie: See! You're scared too! Mike: Well duh, it's a hotel in the middle of nowhere. *A knock on the door* Billie: Who is it? Ben: Ben. I have clean towels. Billie: I don't think we should open the door. Mike: For God's sake Billie, it's towels. *opens door and Ben hands Mike towels.* Ben: If ya need anything, I'm at the front desk or you can reach me by dialing 132 on the phone. Mike: Thanks. *shuts door* Tré: He seems like a nice man. Billie: A nice creepy man. Mike: Billie, it's just towels. Billie: I don't think so. Mike: I'm gonna go put them in the bathroom. Billie: This is like something out of a bad horror movie. Me: You said it. Billie: *confused look* I know I did. Me: I know, it's an expression. Billie: Oh, I knew that. Me: Mmmmhmmm... Sure. Billie: That's not the point. The point is, we need to get out of here. Me: I agree! Mike: No one is going anywhere right now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Post by Veggi Girl on Feb 9, 2006 18:09:52 GMT -5
*A little while passes. We're trying to find to find the hotel on the map when the power goes out.*
Me: Great. The power's out. Now what? Mike: I'm sure it will come back on. *Thunder* Billie: I don't think it's going to come back Mike. Tré: I think I would have to agree. *holds my hand* Me: You can't get scared! I'm scared! Tré: I- I'm not scared. Billie: Oh you know you're freaked out. Tré: Ok, I am. But that's ok, 'cause Mike's not scared. Mike: Ummm... yeah, right... I'm fine. Billie: So, we're all scared? Me: We're all gonna die in this hotel. Tré: We're not gonna die. Me: You can't be sure. Billie: As much as I don't wanna think about it, I think Amber's right. We're gonna die. Mike: We can't talk like that you guys. Me: What do you mean? I can talk like that. I just did. Tré: She has a point. Me: Thanks Tré. Tré: No problem. I thought - *thunder* Me: Ahhh! Billie: I agree... Ahhh! Me: Wow, everyone agrees with me. Mike: Umm, I don't. Me: Yes, well, you're insane. Mike: Thanks. Now, who has a flashlight. Me: *sarcastic* Oh, yeah, 'cause I always carry around a flashlight. Just in cases like this, where I'm in a creepy fucked up hotel in the middle of nowhere about to die with three guys. Mike: You do? Billie: Well, we're all optimistic today! Tré: Ummm, I think you mean pssimistic. Billie: I was being sarcastic. Tré: Oh, I knew that. *thunder* Me: Damn it! I hate thunder when I'm in creepy hotels. Tré: And, how many times have you been IN a creepy hotel? Me: Just this once. Mike: Ok, what are we gonna do? Billie: *I'm gonna call Ben* Me: I don't like Ben. Billie: Well I don't either. To tell the truth, he freaks me out more than the hotel itself. But he might have a map. Mike: Yes! A map! Billie: *picks up the hotel phone, but it's dead.* Shit. Me: What? Billie: No ring tone. Mike: Well, maybe it's one of those new ones with... no... ring tone? Billie: Good trying to cover it up Mike, but now I'm really freaked out. I think we should just leave. Me: I think so too! Tré: Awww, are you scared? *gives me a hug* Me: Yes, yes I am scared. Tré: Oh, wow, I was just messin. Me: I know. But I'm really scared. Tré: Me too, but I didn't think you were that afraid of storms. Me: I'm not afraid of storms Tré, I'm afraid of the hotel. Tré: Wait, what was that? Me: I'm afraid of - Tré: No, not that, that noise? Me: What noise? Tré: You didn't hear it? Billie: I did. Tré: Good, then I'm not crazy... and, bad, 'cause now I'm terrified of this hotel. Mike: I'm sure there's a logical explanation. Billie: I don't think there is. Me: I wish there was. Billie: Someone should go down to see if Ben is still here... Mike: Ok, go ahead. Billie: I didn't mean me. Mike: Well, you suggested it. Me: I'm not going. Tré: Me neither. Billie: That leaves you Mike! Good luck. Lemme know how it turns out. Mike: Oh no. You're coming with me. Billie: I was afraid you would say that. **Billie and Mike walk down the hall** Billie: Well, I don't see Ben, we should get back to the room to check on Tré and Amber. Mike: Fuck. We left those two together!?!?!?! Billie: Yep. But relax. They're both adults. Mike: I guess you're right. Besides, they're both freaked out, so, they're not gonna do anything. *Billie stops* Mike: C'mon Billie. Billie: *still standing still* Mike: *going back to get Billie* What? Billie: *points to writing on the wall* Mike: "I warned you"... Let's get Ben. *They head towards the front desk, Ben's not there* Billie: Fuck. He said he would be here, now where the Hell is he? Mike: Maybe he went to get the other rooms towels. Billie: Mike, did you see anyone on the road the entire way here? Mike: Well, no... Billie: And do you think that there would be anyone now? Mike: Well, there's gotta be some way that this hotel is still in business. Billie: I don't think it's really IN business Mike. I don't think it's normally here. And if it is, I don't think those who come in here leave. Mike: What makes you think that? Billie: The writing on the wall makes me think that. And it looked like it was written in blood. *Ben appears* Ben: Can I help you fellas? Mike: Yeah, do you have a map? Ben: Naw, but I can tell ya how ta get to the nearest gas station. Mike: That would be great. Billie: And what about that blo- Mike: Ignore him, the storm has him freaked out. Ben: Ah, well, storms will do that to ya. 'specially in an old hotel like this 'un Billie: How long has this hotel been here? Ben: A couple hundred years or so. Well, dat'd be my guess. Mike: You're guess? Ben: Well I wasn't around fur all o' dem. Mike: Good point. *Ben hands Mike a pen and piece of paper and gives him directions* Ben: I hate to see ya guys go so soon. Mike: Why's that? Ben: Not everyday we gets people in dis 'ere hotel. Billie: What do ya mean? Ben: 'ell, We only gets 'em every once in a good while. But when they go, they go fast. An' we ain't never 'ad any celebrities 'ere. Billie: Well maybe if ya cleaned the blood off the wall... Ben: 'aht was that? Mike: Yeah, what's that writing from? Ben: We're not sure really. Mike: We? Ben: Most nights I'm not 'ere by me own self. Billie: Where are the other workers? Ben: I'm not sure really... *Mike and Billie thank Ben and start to head back to the hotel room* ~~~~~~~~~~~
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Post by Veggi Girl on Feb 12, 2006 20:03:18 GMT -5
*Back in the room. Billie and Mike haven't gotten there yet.*
Tré: Do you think they'll be ok? Me: I don't know. I hope so. Tré: Yeah, me too. Me: Is it weird that they left us alone? Tré: Now that ya mention it *thunder* Ah! Me: *laughing* It scared me too. Tré: Well it was really loud! Me: Relax, I said I was afraid of it too. Tré: Oh. *pause* I'm really tired. Me: Me too, but I'm afraid to sleep in this place. Tré: You think anything will happen if we all sleep in the same room? Me: I don't know if Mike would approve. *laughs* Tré: I'm glad someone's having a good time. Me: Ha, I'm completely freaked out. Making stupid jokes is me trying to calm myself. *long silence* Me: It's really raining. Tré: Yeah... Hey, can I ask you somethin? Me: *confused* Yeah. Sure. Tré: Are we together? Me: Physically or as a couple? Tré: Ummm... both? Me: Physically, we're sitting next to eachother, AND the only two in this room, so yes... As a couple, I don't know. I think the guys assume it. Tré: Well, we don't really act like we are. Me: We're in a creepy hotel... I don't think people act like they normally would in cases like this. Tré: Good point. *long pause* Me: I wonder where the guys are. Tré: *turns and kisses me before I can react... awwww* Me: *when Tré gets off my face.* Ummm... okay. *thunder* Tré: I wish that would stop. *thunder stops and so does the rain* Me: What the?!?! Tré: I don't know... Me: *walks over to the window* It... it stopped everything... Tré: *coming over to the window* That was strange. Me: *looking at Tré* It was. Tré: *kisses me agian and then Billie and Mike come in* Oh, hi guys. Billie: And you said they wouldn't do anything. Mike: I didn't think they would. Me: It stopped raining. Mike: 'Cause that explaines everything. Me: Not really. Tré said "I wish that would stop" and it did. Billie: I want a beer.... *waits*... nothing. That's bull shit. Tré: What'd you guys find out? Mike: Not much, just that Ben is strange. Me: And you didn't know that before? Mike: Ok, so I made a mistake. So kill me. Billie: I wouldn't wish for death so soon. Me: Why do ya say that? Billie: Oh, no reason... Me: *looks at Mike* You saw more writing?!?!?!?! Billie: How'd you know? Mike: We found some when we were walking through the halls to. Billie: This is great. Just great. Tré: There's gotta be a way to explain all of this. Mike: Well, I'm gonna take a shower while the rain is still stopped. Tré: You do that. Billie: Yeah, have fun in the demon shower. Mike: Ha ha. Very funny. Me: It kinda was. Mike: *walks in the bathroom, screams, then comes back out with towels* Tré: What? Mike: Did you guys even go in the bathroom while we were gone? Me: *exchanges glances with Tré* No. Why? Mike: *turns towels over so that everyone can see blood* Billie: Damn Mike what'd ya do? Tré: I don't think he did it Billie. Billie: What? Oh no. We HAVE to get outta here now. Me: I'm with Billie on this. Can we please go now Mike? *Tré seems to be squeezing my hand tighter and tighter ever second* Me: Tré, you're really starting to hurt me. Tré: *releases grip a little bit* Oh God, Sorry. Mike: Ok, we're leaving. Billie: Thank God! *They all head out the room and walk towards the hall. Ben appears as if out of no where* Billie: I hate it when he does that. Ben: Sorry ta scare ya like that. Tré: Oh, it's ok, but we gotta go now. Ben: In a rush? Mike: Yeah, uh, we just remembered that we have a concert that we need to be at tomorrow, and well, it's a days drive as it is, and we really need to get started. Ben: I see. Well then, I hope you enjoyed your stay. Me: It was interesting. Ben: Well that's good. Billie: Yeah, we gotta be going though. Bye. *Billie runs out followed by Tré practically pulling me as he runs and Mike close behind* Mike: Were'd we park? Billie: Who cares! We just need away from the hotel. Me: There's the car. Mike, where's the keys? Mike: *tosses keys to Billie and we all get in the car* Tré: FLOOR IT! Billie: *floors it and we eventually get out of sight of the hotel* Me: Thank God. That was scarey. Tré: Still tired? Me: Worn out. Mike: Go to sleep. Both of ya. Billie and I will stay awake and then Amber can drive in the morning. Tré: Why can't I drive? Billie: Drivin's not for you Tré. Tré: Oh. *Me and Tré go to sleep*
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Post by Veggi Girl on Feb 18, 2006 18:20:23 GMT -5
*It's still really late, Billie's driving us to who knows where. Everyone's just thankful that we're not at the hotel anymore.*
Me: *wakes up* Where are we? Mike: We still don't know. Billie: How did we get lost? Mike: I don't remember. Billie: Tré still asleep? Amber: *looks at Tré and then back at Billie and Mike* Yep. Mike: And... you're not? Amber: I don't know, let me check... *pinches self* Ouch! Yep, I'm awake. Billie: Did you just... pinch yourself? Amber: Yeah. Why? Billie: No reason, just checkin. Mike: Anyone know what time it is? Amber: My watched stopped. Mike: I lost mine. Billie: I didn't have one. Mike: Did Tré? Billie: I think he did actually. Me: *lifts Tré's wrist, trying not to wake him up* It's... upside down... *turns head a little* It is... 11:23 PM. Mike: That's exact. Me: Yep, it's a digital watch. Billie: Tré doesn't like face watches. Me: I don't either. They're harder to read. Mike: I don't get that. How is it harder to read? Me: I don't know. It just is. Billie: Are you going to sleep? Me: I don't think I'm going to go back to sleep. Mike: You only slept for about two hours. Me: yeah, but I just don't think I can get back to sleep. Billie: Ok, well, I'm gonna sleep then. Mike: Pull over first. Billie: I'm not stupid. *pulls car over and Me and Billie switch places. Billie hands me the keys* Me: Where am I driving? Billie: I don't know. We're just trying to find a highway. Mike: Yeah, and don't worry. I'll keep ya company until Tré wakes up. Me: *starts the car* Billie: *almost instanly falls asleep* Me: He was tired. Mike: Yeah. I am too, but I don't think it's a good idea to only have one person awake. Me: I'm just trying to find a highway right? Mike: Yep. Me: Well, thanks for staying up. But you don't have to. Mike: Meh, I will. Until Tré gets up at least. Me: Well, we better think of something to talk about then. What do you wanna talk about? Mike: I don't know. Me: Me neither. Mike: Well, we have very interesting conversations. Me: We really do, don't we... Mike: So how are you and Tré doing? Me: Ummm, ok... I guess. What brought that up? Mike: I saw his hand go up in the air and then go back down. Me: Oh, is he awake? Mike: No, just moving a lot. Me: Does he always do that? Mike: Yep... So what did you mean by "I guess"? Me: I don't know. The question was kinda sudden. I haven't really been with him that long. Mike: Well, he's a good guy. Me: Yep. Mike: You might wanna turn the brights on. Me: The brights are on. Mike: Those are the brights? Me: Yep. Mike: They're dull. Me: I know. They suck. Mike: We should probably get that fixed. Me: What you should probably do is get a car that has a top on it. Mike: Why? Me: It looks like rain again. Mike: Well, we'll get wet then. Me: I'm not gonna go into another freaky hotel. Mike: I don't think Billie would either. Tré: *wakes up* Where are we? Me: We don't know. Tré: You're driving and you don't know where you're going? Me: I'm trying to find a highway. Tré: Oh. Me: *pulls car over so Mike and Tré can switch places* Tré: We could have just jumped over the seat. Me: And if Billie woke up and saw it, I would die. Mike: She's right. But chances Billie would wake up? Me: I'm not taking chances with that. Mike: She's smart. *goes to sleep* Tré: He went to sleep fast. Me: Yeah, he did, but not as fast as Billie went to sleep. Tré: I was sleeping with Billie? Me: Well, in the same seat. I don't know if you're actually SLEEPING with Billie. Tré: I'm not. He's hot though. Me: Ok, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Tré: What? He is. Me: Ok... I'm not paying attention... Tré: You're funny when you're uncomfortable with the topic of conversation. Me: I'm glad you think so. Tré: Me too. Me: Did you have a nice sleep? Tré: As nice a sleep as you could get in a car. You? Me: Meh, it was ok. Mike said I only slept for about two hours. Tré: And you didn't go back to sleep? Me: I didn't think I could. I'm not really tired anymore. Tré: How could you not be tired after that hotel? Me: I think the hotel is the reason I'm not tired. *stops the car* Tré: What? Me: There's a fork in the road. Tré: Really? Why would someone just leave a fork... And why is someone besides us out here? Me: No, there's two ways for us to go... which way do we go? Tré: Eenie Meenie Miny Mo... The left one! Me: You sure? Tré: Yeah, that one looks good. Me: Ok. *we go down the left road for a little while* Tré: Hey! Me: What? Tré: I hear cars! *We go a little further* Me: It's the highway! Billie: *wakes up* Wha? Tré: *points* We found the highway. Billie: Mike! Mike! Wake up! Mike: *wakes up* Wha? Billie: They found the highway! Mike: Wooooo!
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