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Planet Terror: prequel
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Meanwhile, across town, Helena Peabody—aka Cherry Darling—danced what she hoped would be her last dance at the seediest bar in the state. Gorgeous and statuesque, but a shit dancer, she moved for the crowd of men who came to leer. Then, just as the dance reached its climax, she sat down heavily and stared in the distance with tears falling down her cheeks.
“Goddammit, Cherry!” Her ‘boss’ came charging backstage. “People wanna see a Go Go dance, they don’t wanna watch you cry your fuckin’ eyes out. It’s Go Go, not Cry Cry.”
“Whatever.” Helena threw him the bird and gave him her best American valley girl accent. No one knew that was a Cambridge educated English girl. Ok, so she had dropped out after one year of business and law. Fuck it. Her mother had pushed her to go, then leave, then go, then had disowned her for burning all of the paintings that had once made Helena famous…but nevermind.
“Tonite’s my last night.” She told her boss. Her boots were tall and black, of a cheaper leather than she would have preferred. She zipped them up deliberately, ignoring the wad of cash throw in her face.
“You say that every week.” She was told.
“This time I mean it. I’m out.” Helena wasn’t entirely sure if she did mean it this time, but somehow, this time, she thought she might be done.
She threw her boss the middle finger as she walked out the door for what would—definitely—be the last time.
On her way to the BBQ joint, Helena walked past a woman in trouble.
“You need some help?” She asked the blonde haired beauty.
“No, no…it’s just…” Tina Kennard gestured toward her smoking engine. “The engine’s overheating.”
Helena nodded, then fetched JJ, the owner of her favorite cheap food joint, for a container of water.
Helena didn’t know why she ended up at that damned BBQ joint again. The BBQ was cheap—it was the best in Texas, even though they were in LA. Besides, she thought she might run into El Wray sooner or later.
Sooner as it turned out.
“Hello Palomita.” He was drinking coffee and eating nothing. As usual. Fucker never ate, never slept, and yet stayed on his feet.
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Dr. Block is a bastard. I haven’t seen the movie (they split it up into two parts here, and only showed the Tarantino half last week, for one week. Everyone says I missed nothing, cos it was apparently “pish.” I’ll reserve judgement.), but I hope Blockhead meets a timely demise. The rabid TiBetter in me demands I say it: poor Tina. There. Duty’s done. Moving on! There gonna be a part 2 of this sequel, hb? Anyway, I haven’t forgotten that you left a cliffhanger last chap, I’m looking for resolution… (a happy one. Well as happy as happy can be in a post-apocalyptic planet filled with zombie ponies.) More soon, thanks!
apologies to the tibetters…i honestly meant nothing by it…*sheepish*…i’m working on that other cliffhanger, no worries…just can’t decide what to do with peggy. lol
Thank you thank you hb!! Now it makes more sense. My god Dr Block was a beast wasn’t he.I hope he got an especially gruesome demise. Too bad about Tina wannit? I am all torn up about that…lol. But, Bette’s daughter!! :( Also, I was wondering what was in the needles? Was Bette an addict,though certainly understandable if she was? Looking forward to more prequel, and don’t forget poor Peggy in pure peril! Oh, and how can the baby be bionic unless she gets bitten too, and it’s just not in good FORM to go around infecting babies, but of course, that is where little zombie pony comes in!! Who else would want to play with it??
It’s true, folks. HB did in fact zombify My Little Pony and it was very special. I’m so blessed to have seen it. I wish she would do that to my fucking EKG teacher, the wishy-washy, equivocating bitch! For the money I’m paying in tuition I should get someone who can answer a fucking question! I should get somebody helps you understand rather than cause confusion with her indecision! I should get somebody who’s prior teaching experience encompased more than bible class! 2 more weeks, 2 more weeks, just 2 more weeks and I’m done with her! Ah hem. You are going to show us the bastard meeting an unpleasant demise aren’t you? Yes, what DO those assorted needles do? They remind me that Al Pacino’s Scarface had a l’il friend that had something to do with shots as well. And let Tina’s fate be a lesson to us all. Your life can depend on regular vehicle maintenance. (By the way hb, I noticed you spell asshole as an unhyphenated compound word.)
Apparently, funny, we have forgotten our manners this morning. It should be, shut your pie hole PLEASE! ha ha
My extra sensitive sensitivity training tells me that possibly funnyone MAY have some kind of issue with her EKG instructor, but I MIGHT be wrong. I think hb should share the photos of my little zombie!! Waiting to hear about those “lil friends.” Plus, why why WHY was my Bette with that monster dude, her husband, not the zombies…
Oh well, at least you spared us the gory details of poor Tina’s demise. Feel free not to exercise such restraint when it’s Dr. Block’s turn.
lol…poor tina, indeed…uhhh, i didn’t explain the little needles hey…well, i’ve f**’ed up and forgotten in subsequent PT chapters that Dr. Porter is in fact, an anthesiologist (a word that i cannot possibly spell properly at this early hour)–why she goes into hysterics when helena gives birth, i dunno, maybe she missed that part during her med school training–anyhoo, the little needles are her little sleepy friends. one takes away the pain, the other, blahblah, i forget, so i’m going to have to look up the script online and fix it in the next story. lol! my little pony indeed…maybe caiohme will have a my little pony
Wow…love this, it makes everything in PT more understandable…Dr. Block is an asshole supreme, truly…pps
Moi? Issues? Why would you say that? Now shut your pie hole and pass me the voodoo doll. No, not the pony,