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Planet Terror: prequel
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Helena ignored him, though she was secretly happy to see the one person who had always been there. The bad boy who stole her heart, who pissed her mother off when Helena passed through her various rebelous stages, sat down now as Helena flipped him the bird.
El Wray ignored it. He looked her over. “You’ve got my jacket.” He said, jutting out his chin toward her. “I looked for it for two weeks.” His black hair was slicked back, but he kept his face clean shaven…for her…still.
“Well, you didn’t look for me for that long, did you?”
El Wray sipped his coffee, thought about that. “The jacket belonged to me…you didn’t.”
Tears pricked Helena’s eyes. He had a way of doing that to her—of telling her that she was worthy of love, that it was never about her being some kind of trophy, some beautiful object for men to admire.
“Whatever.” She mumbled. “Take your stupid jacket.”
He ignored it. It was a cold night, and she wasn’t wearing much. “What have you been doing.”
She shrugged. “I’m a performer. But I’m quitting…tonite was my last night…I, am going to be, a stand up comedienne.”
El Wray paused before getting up. “But you’re not funny.” He said quietly.
“Some people think I’m hysterical.” Helena’s voice hitched in her throat.
“You’re not.” he said, not unkindly.
“There’s a different between being frank and being dick…oh, neverfuckingmind.” Helena stormed. “And take your fucking jacket, since you looked for it for two fucking weeks.”
“Keep the jacket.” He looked her over, then glanced outside. She had definitely come on foot, and this was a strange and dark night for her to be walking around alone. “What’s your name…I mean in case I want to catch a show.”
“Cherry. Cherry Darling.” Helena looked outside miserably. She knew what he was thinking and she knew that she would have to ask him for a ride. At least he wouldn’t make her beg.
“Sounds like a stripper.”
His words infuriated her. “I’m a Go Go dancer, there’s a difference.”
El Wray was at a loss. “Well…”
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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,