Uriel
Living EN World Judge
IC as Meagan:'Sex, drugs and ...er, Rock-n-Roll is SO DEAD...Wait, Dead is too cool, it's so 'not cool'. Sex, drugs and Black Metal!' (Gives Satan's Horns signs, then plays a flurry of stacatto notes on her Violin.
'Gawd...waiting for this bus to Camp Blood is lame...And I bet all of the guys are either Dorks or Jock idiots, and just my luck all of the Hot ones will be Gay.'
Meagan stabs the table where she waits with her all-black camp-gear with her Hiben Thrower before hurling it into a nearby shed wall.
A nearby trucker, stopped for a soda at the rest stop leans over and laughs, 'Well, Hel-lo Elvira, hehe, Shoot, you can come on over and hang out with me if ya want, I ain't no Dork and I aint THAT way, I'm all Man.'
The tub of middle aged lard waits a full minute before he realizes that her stare is one of Incredulousness, and not awe at his Virility. The he gets up and waddles off muttering 'Prolly a damned Lezbean anywho...'
Meagan puts on her sunglasses, sips her Dr. Pepper and yells, 'Gawd, where is that BUS!!!'
I'm all for staying here. We don't need to be graphically crude with the Sex/Drugs/Gore thing, it can be made to be campy (No pun intended, Ok, I DID smile), since it is fashioned after the rediculous Slasher Genre. (I'm a Horror afficionado, but Slasher films are not my thing for the most part. I'm a snooty Zombie Movie/Demon from the Pit/Alien Menace sort of guy.
'Gawd...waiting for this bus to Camp Blood is lame...And I bet all of the guys are either Dorks or Jock idiots, and just my luck all of the Hot ones will be Gay.'
Meagan stabs the table where she waits with her all-black camp-gear with her Hiben Thrower before hurling it into a nearby shed wall.
A nearby trucker, stopped for a soda at the rest stop leans over and laughs, 'Well, Hel-lo Elvira, hehe, Shoot, you can come on over and hang out with me if ya want, I ain't no Dork and I aint THAT way, I'm all Man.'
The tub of middle aged lard waits a full minute before he realizes that her stare is one of Incredulousness, and not awe at his Virility. The he gets up and waddles off muttering 'Prolly a damned Lezbean anywho...'
Meagan puts on her sunglasses, sips her Dr. Pepper and yells, 'Gawd, where is that BUS!!!'
I'm all for staying here. We don't need to be graphically crude with the Sex/Drugs/Gore thing, it can be made to be campy (No pun intended, Ok, I DID smile), since it is fashioned after the rediculous Slasher Genre. (I'm a Horror afficionado, but Slasher films are not my thing for the most part. I'm a snooty Zombie Movie/Demon from the Pit/Alien Menace sort of guy.