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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 23, 2011 16:21:53 GMT -5
As Camila had hoped, her teammates were putting up quite the bitch storm for that woman that was seen as completely responsible for this mess. She took a little glee in her participation in it all, as even if the products were ruined, if they were paid for, they were paid for. Now how well would this work out, she wondered? It was sort of hard to hear, and she did feel a bit sympathetic to the duo's lamenting cries, signs of blood, and frustration at it all, but it was all in their favor. Shame they just didn't realize it yet. She could only peak and watch as the giant tub of a lardass woman gaped at the reaction the businesswomen gave her.
This lady, who shall now be dubbed as 'FOT', or 'Fuck off Toma', was shoved off by the squished Rebecca as she tottered backwards and stared at the squished products in horror. She had done that?! She was bewildered, trying to think of how in the world this ended up happening. She was embarrassed, completely embarrassed as she shook her head and tried to think of what made her do such a thing. She felt a strong force, as if something shoved into her, making her fall. Was it a kid? An adult? She admittedly wasn't paying attention as she was too busy listening to Justin Bieber on her i-pod, which was hiding in her pocket as the ear buds dangled awkwardly around her legs. She stuffed them into his pocket, which barely had any room to begin with with the lack of space between fat and cloth, and looked at them seriously.
"Now you wait just a moment! I will not be treated like this!" She was completely flustered, showing resistance as she walked closer to Eleanor, making their difference in size even more obvious with her heated fotly stare boring into the red head's eyes. "I don't have to pay for such a thing! It was an accident!" She was getting flustered, but she didn't really want to pay if she felt like someone shoved her! These two women were scary though; very very scary. Just looking at them made her wonder if she was about to endure some kind of terrible torture for refusing like that.
Camila was definitely getting a little camera in her face, making her scowl as she made direct eye contact with the lenses. "Look over there, sheesh." She muttered quietly, then wondered when she should hop in. Probably when they really took it in a bad direction, most likely. They had to make the woman pay for these damaged products!
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Dec 23, 2011 23:21:29 GMT -5
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Rebecca was still pissed as hell, but it was thanks to Eleanore that she had cooled down and happy to see that bitch get knocked around like that. Even if it wasn’t her own doing. However, this woman refused to pay the money and that only made Rebecca more agitated especially with her arm bleeding from the huge scrape on her arm. Even with all this, Eleanore continued to surprise Rebecca and how extremely violent this partner of hers was, almost as if she were a part of Team Death which could make sense. As much as I am pissed… Rebecca took her good arm, grabbing Eleanore by the shoulder and yanking her back as hard as she could before she strangled the whale to death, we’re not going to choke the money out of her and we’re not going to kill her either. She stared down Eleanore for a moment before returning to FOT.
She said it was an accident, but that still didn’t help solve the smashed boxes situation or her own arm. Accident or not, you still have three smashed boxes on your shoulders and my arm! Rebecca pulled out her arm to show her the blood still glistening in the winter air. most of the blood on her wrist at the point was dry or inside her coat sleeve, but her arm was still oozing somewhat. There is still the saying “you break it you buy it”, is there not? I think we know who broke and who will buy. I’m willing to even forget about my arm if you just pay now. However if we don’t get paid back for out boxes you’ll still have me and my friend back here to deal with. Which do you pick, and I do advise to pick wisely because as soon as that fight break out I’m smashing some heads.
Rebecca held her ground, stepping up to the larger woman glaring at her with only inches away from each other’s faces, and Rebecca was completely serious about smashing heads. She knew how to fight and she did it very well, not afraid to beat up anyone or anything. The bigger woman glared down at both the girl’s faces, trying her best not to budge and inch. What she did know however, was that she was in serious trouble and could get in even more serious trouble if she didn’t play her cards right, because she was starting to sweat from the fear of the Redhead and her friend. Nothing escaped her lips except for a snarl and grunt out of anger from being beaten for just an accident! She did not deserve such treatment and there was no way in hell she would pay for an accident after being beaten senselessly! I refuse to pay. After having been beaten by your friend for just an accident you expect me to pay you? I should be suing you instead! Her mind was made, after being hurt she did not find it reasonable to be paying any of them a single cent. What was the group to do? ~~~~~~~~~~~ Notes:
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 24, 2011 9:33:27 GMT -5
Eleanor let herself be pulled off the woman by Rebecca without a fight. She wasn't really up for committing murder on national television, so she was actually half grateful that Rebecca had effectively restrained her from killing Fot.
But...now she was refusing to pay, and saying that she should be the ones suing them? Oh, this day was getting better and better. And her anger was getting progressively more difficult to control with deep breathing and happy thoughts.
So, to stop herself from giving in to her homicidal urges, she turned and kicked the dented van as hard as she could. She would have headbutted it again, but given the brain damage she had already likely sustained today, she didn't need to make it any worse.
Unfortunately, she didn't bet on a wheel on the van being loose. It popped free, rolling to a stop on a camera tripod, where Eleanor and the staff proceeded to look at it in dawning horror, before several dozen pairs of eyes turned in unison to the huge van, watching in dawning horror.
The van creaked with a terrible, high pitched squealing sound and slowly descended, tipping to the opposite side of where Eleanor, Camila, Rebecca, and Fot were standing. Camera crew, producers, and other teams alike fled in terror as the van fell with an almighty crash, crushing products flat before the gas tank ignited and the van burst into bright neon flames, the odd colour of the inferno probably from the toxic products up for sale within.
The woman squawked in shock as the van tipped, and Eleanor saw the chance to make her move. "See that van?" she hissed at the woman. "See how the camera crews are disordered? I could toss you in there and nobody would ever know."
The woman's layers of fat cowered along with her as she tried and failed to speak through her fear and indignation combined. Eleanor half hoped she would get the chance to follow up on her threat. Oh how she had missed punishing stupidity.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 24, 2011 14:57:49 GMT -5
The van was a sight to behold, right when Camila thought that the spectacle couldn't be any more interesting from Rebecca's ragequit on the woman. She gave Rebecca credit; her speech was the most reasonable, and it was the most legit compared to Eleanor and her utter performance of force and fear. Camila thought it would've been a good idea to walk back and act surprised about what was going on, but the sight of the van made her have second thoughts as she was in view of the scene, simply gaping a distance behind FOT as the crowd around her scattered in utter fear of the disaster that they had created. Even the camera crews were messed up from the damage, and wasn't anyone concerned about Rebecca's arm?
Though honestly she didn't want to go anywhere near that raging woman as long as she looked as if she was ready to rip someone's head off. Salesperson's tactic number one: don't injure yourself. Not worth it, unless you're faking it. FOT didn't pay Camila any mind though, and instead struggled to think of a way out of this situation. She could just run away, couldn't she...? Could she? She was debating hauling her Mamoswine legs right on out of here, but it looked as if both of the females would've been able to outrun her. Ugh, curse her fat! Curse it! FOT found that her options were decreasing rapidly as she only had the option to sue them appearing in her mind, but to be fair, they were a lot less off than she was. Wouldn't that look bad to a judge? How was she supposed to do this?
With a growl, she chose to fight. She picked Eleanor as her target, since Rebecca already looked injured and weakened from her condition. She unleashed a punch right between Eleanor's two perky breasts, really trying to dig her flabby fist in there. Then she made a very weak but strained effort to kick the female in the crotch, leaving herself open for some blows in the process before making a run for it. Camila wasn't about to stand by and watch it, as she held out her leg and attempted to trip the fleeing fat lady from escaping.
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24 Dec 11, 11:54 AM [×] [o] Rawr: MAYBE KICK IN THE CROTCH
24 Dec 11, 11:53 AM [×] [o] Spirit: LOL
24 Dec 11, 11:53 AM [×] [o] Rawr: THEN RUN
24 Dec 11, 11:53 AM [×] [o] Rawr: PUNCH IN THE CHEST
24 Dec 11, 11:53 AM [×] [o] Spirit: FEMALE
24 Dec 11, 11:53 AM [×] [o] Rawr: MALE OR FEMALE?
24 Dec 11, 11:53 AM [×] [o] Rawr: DEPENDS
24 Dec 11, 11:53 AM [×] [o] Spirit: WHAT WOULD YOU DO
24 Dec 11, 11:53 AM [×] [o] Spirit: IF YOU WERE GOING TO FIGHT SOMEONE
24 Dec 11, 11:53 AM [×] [o] Spirit: QUESTION
24 Dec 11, 11:53 AM [×] [o] Spirit: HEY FOT
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Dec 24, 2011 20:06:49 GMT -5
[bg=lightgoldenrodyellow][atrb=height,500px,true][atrb=width,379px,true] [atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][bg=lightgoldenrodyellow] Hm… Rebecca would have to keep an eye out for Eleanore if she was ever mad. Last thing she would want to do is to get in a scrap with her. She would put up a very… Violent fight, to say the least. Hey, maybe if Rebecca ever needed another hand to fight for her, she could get Eleanore to fight with her! What she wasn’t expecting however was for the van to roll off, and on live TV too… This day was just not turning out the way she wanted it to. With any luck the van would not get any of them in trouble…. Scratch that, hopefully it wouldn’t get Rebecca in trouble, as Eleanore was the one who had beaten the van into disrepair, literally. However, Fot was a tough one to bring down and pay for her accident and instead got into the fight she so desperately wanted. Rebecca was actually stunned to see her react the way she did, punching Eleanore and all. Rebecca wouldn’t stand around for this, she wasn’t going to stand back and watch Eleanore get smacked around like that ans she wasn’t going to let the obese Fot walk away without paying for the candy or care to her arm.
When Fot made for her escape though, Camila made herself useful by tripping her onto the ground with a loud and forceful thud. Good deal, Rebecca wanted to step on this girl’s face so hard! Hey, Bitch, get back here! Rebecca ran after her, stopping right over her and laying her ass down on her back sand holding her head down on the slushy cold cement. Yeah, how does it feel? Get up, I dare you! How does it feel to have your face down there, huh?! Rebecca was full blown pissed, she wanted to teach this bitch a lesson in pain. Let go of me you violent little brat! See, this is why I wasn’t paying you guys anything! You two are just a bunch of brutes! |
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 26, 2011 7:02:27 GMT -5
Eleanor dodged the breast punch cried out in pain as her beautiful vagina was wounded by the woman's kick, staggering backwards and bending over, taking short sharp breaths as though she was in labor. GODDAMNIT. That was a low blow. A REALLY FUCKING LOW BLOW. Going from bent over to lying down in the fetal position, Eleanor bit her lip and resisted the urge to sob, even as the sobs themselves caught in her throat.
She should have let the breast punch hit and dodged the groin kick.
But as Fot tried once again to get away, she snapped. Eleanor staggered to her feet, the excruciating pain almost making her vomit, but she forced it down again as she glared at her target. She practically had a bullseye on her and a robotic "Target Marked" indicator over her head, and Eleanor was NOT letting her escape.
As Fot hobbled to victory, a scream from behind made her stop and look, against her better judgement. "Hey bitch!" was the remarkably attractive scream.
Fot froze in terror as she saw Eleanor rushing towards her, wielding the stall they had been selling candy from. THE ENTIRE THING. A huge, wooden, badly made monstrosity with posters and pulverized remnants of Ayds candy pieces smeared into it.
"I'M GONNA MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!" roared Eleanor, and Fot howled in terror, turning tail and running, but too late. The stall smashed into the back of her head, launching her off her feet and several inches forward, and the stall itself splintered into dozens of pieces from the impact and scattered everywhere,leaving Eleanor holding only the legs of the stall.
Fot finally landed, face first and unconscious. At least half a dozen of her teeth littered the site from her impact, which had made cameras, bicycles, and some of the shorter competitors and crew rattle. Eleanor clenched her fist and dropped the stall legs.
"I say we take her money while she's out cold," she growled with gritted teeth, trying to suppress the pain of her kicked crotch.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Dec 26, 2011 17:27:33 GMT -5
Camila wasn't one to get involved in a bloodbath, especially when she knew that her two teammates pretty much had this covered. She did take a few tentative steps towards the tiger known as Eleanor, just to make sure she was ok from that weighty leg to the crotch. The poor woman was definitely in pain, but she was young, so Camila was sure that she wasn't about to go and die from the injury. Rebecca gave her a challenging look from the sides, and she definitely wasn't about to get in her way when it came to kicking Fot's ass. "Now now...this is a bit much." She said with a blank stare on the sidelines as Eleanor lifted up their entire stall, using all of her muscles to lift the darn thing up and lob it at Fot. Honestly she was worried for both of them; Rebecca and Fot, realizing that they were both pretty close to each other. "...right." She could only stare in awe as the stall crashed on Fot, but it was hard to say how Rebecca was in that giant ordeal. Was she ok? Did she move out of the way in time?
Well, it was only their entire effort's worth being crashed down on a fat lady's body in order to make her pay for some broken goods. It couldn't be too bad, despite the fact that Rebecca was already injured. It was ok though, as Camila decided to simply go ahead with Eleanor's plan as she took several doe like steps forward, quiet and gentle as she bent over to fiddle with the woman's purse. Tampons, mirrors, comb with blonde hair in it, make up, very bad make up, and wallet. Thank god it wasn't too hard to find in this massive thing. She started to fiddle around with the cash she currently had, finding that she didn't quite have enough to cover everything, but she took all of the bills out and snuck the wallet back in the woman's purse, successfully robbing her. "I do believe this should cover most of it...profit is profit." Suddenly it wasn't robbing as she grabbed the bent up boxes Fot crashed on and slipped them into the woman's arms, completing the 'transaction', whether the woman liked it or not.
She would probably need an ambulance though, since she was unconscious and laying in the snow. Would they really be able to sell things with her in the way? "Hm. We should probably move spots, just so we don't get in trouble." She commented when the camera crew was setting their stuff back up, ready to record their antics once again. What a disaster, really. She snapped her fingers when someone was already beating her to the punch; the director most likely, who was having multiple heart attacks over the things they were pulling off.
Again, not her problem. As long as they were on this show, they were practically competing to be as entertaining as possible. It didn't matter who got hurt, as long as you were active and played the game. She wasn't about to move ahead without the rest of the group calming down, checking the status of everything, and hopefully making an agreed conclusion though. Groups could be hard to work in, but she tried to be as agreeable as possible so they didn't bicker amongst themselves. Much.
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Dec 27, 2011 15:54:39 GMT -5
[bg=lightgoldenrodyellow][atrb=height,500px,true][atrb=width,379px,true] [atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][bg=lightgoldenrodyellow] Was Rebecca scared of Eleanore? Hell no, she wanted this bitch to be her friend! Shit, the girl lifted the stand up in a rage as she smashed it against Fot. She was awe struck as she ran at her with the stand, all the red head could do was watch with a half smile on her face. This bitch had some serious anger problems but damn did she know how to fight! Only problem now though, was that Fot was going to crash down on her as soon as Eleanore would smash that stand into the back of her head. Rebecca stood up as fast as she could to get out of the whales way but it wouldn’t have worked out in her favor no matter what happened. Fot came crashing down, bringing Rebecca down with her one more time. Her upper body was safe from the collision, however her stomach and everything below it was now under the colossal woman and the impact knocked the out of Rebecca. She coughed for a few moments as she laid there on the ground. She just looked blankly up at the gray sky as she tried to regain her strength to get back up.
Rebecca grunted and groaned as she got back up, lifting Fot up as she did until she threw her unconscious body to her side with another loud thud. She held her stomach a little, still a little sore from the heavy woman falling on her. Luckily it wasn’t anything bad and Rebecca was fine in no time. All she needed now was something to wrap her arm up in and some new warm clothes. She doubted the camera men or anyone else hosting Trainers Gone Wild would help her out in either of those aspects. Well, she could always hope.
A-Achoo! Her nose began to clog up and she was quickly starting to shiver from the cold. If we could move to a place nearby a clothes shop, that would be nice… please? Hey, who knew, it could benefit them somehow. All kinds of people go there and especially women, so there could be a few larger people coming in or out of the store too? ~~~~~~~~~~~ Notes:
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Jan 1, 2012 14:52:17 GMT -5
Eleanor winced as Fot toppled, the monstrous mass of blubber and badly applied beauty products utterly crushing Rebecca into the ground, leaving her wet, sickly, and weakened. Eleanor almost felt sorry for her fellow woman.
But she was using up too much energy in keeping her vagina together to delegate any to sympathy. She could, however, see the merit in moving closer to a clothes shop. Not only could Rebecca change into something warm and dry, but she could use some clothes to wipe the blood-Fot's and her own- from herself and then hang it back up again.
"We have the money to get you some clothes too." She indicated the wallet Camila had...excavated from Fot. She wasn't sure if Camila would improve of this-she was a businesswoman and it meant less profit after all. But if Rebecca got pneumonia...what if she SUED? She didn't have the kind of Pokedollars to cover a lawsuit! Not even an out of court settlement!
Fuck fuck fuck. She had to find a way to cover their losses while also making sure Rebecca didn't die. "I'll be back in one second." She darted off, eyes peeled for her target.
Ten minutes later, Eleanor practically flew past Camila and Rebecca, her wheelbarrow stacked to the brim with boxes of Ayds candy. She was running so fast that the wheelbarrow was ricocheting off the ground, occasionally losing a box of Ayds candy as a trio of teenage boys chased after her. "HEY! GET BACK HERE!" and such was all she could hear, but she was faster than these out of shape boys by a long shot.
"Let's get moving!" she hissed as she dashed past Camila and Rebecca, rounding a corner so sharply that she almost lost her wheelbarrow and her pants, holding them up with her left hand as she sped towards the nearest clothes store.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 1, 2012 20:06:32 GMT -5
Hearing signs of life with a flinch of concern that the great mammoth Fot was about to rise from the dead, Camila could only sigh with relief to find that it was only Rebecca. Her sneeze was enough to prove that she was working her way back to life as she stood up with an uncertain look on her face, probably in a bit of a daze after those crazed events. "Clothes shop..." Camila tapped at her chin, wondering if there were any decent places in mind. She hoped Rebecca was going to buy her own shit, because there was no way she was allowed to touch the cash they earned from their satisfied customers.
Eleanor hinted about the money she just mugged from Fot and Camila could only frown. Seriously? She would rather snap at their hands like a tiger than let them frolic away like schoolgirls shopping for the latest of fashions. "You're kidding..." She said in a serious, take no bullshit tone as the red head sped off for god knows what reason.
Ten minutes of doing nothing but staring awkwardly at other pedestrians, Eleanor was back with a surprise. The speed she was going at nearly made Camila scream as she stepped backwards with a pale face, gaping at the wheelbarrow and only more alarmed at the sounds of the teenaged boys. What the hell did she just do?
She wasn't bound to find out anytime soon. "R-Right?" Camila sounded confused, so it ended up coming out as a question as she bolted after Eleanor with a bewildered look. How the hell was Rebecca meant to keep up with them? "We should just throw the injured woman in the wheelbarrow, it'll be quicker." She commented as a suggestion, looking back at Rebecca and wondering if she would protest.
"Thief! Thief! That dare ladeh went and stole mah car!" The teenaged boys were all rednecks, calling their wheelbarrow a car as they complained to anyone that was around to listen. Shit. Now there was going to be crazy gossip about them.
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Post by Jasthn~:3 on Jan 2, 2012 13:13:03 GMT -5
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Eleanore soon left their sight though, cplaiming she would be right back. Whatever she was doing it was taking longer than Rebecca would have thought. After she left, all Rebecca and Camila could do was sit there and expect a speedy return of their teammate. Ten minutes later she finally returned… And just as quickly as she came she left just as fast. What in the…? What did she just do, where did that wheelbarrow come from and why was she running? Her answers soon came to her as she heard the red necks hollering at Eleanore to give back their…. Car? Okay, you know what? Fuck this, Rebecca was officially never coming back to this city again. People here are just too stupid.
Camila offered to put Rebecca onto the wheelbarrow, but Rebecca wasn’t so sure at first. It already seemed full to begin with and it looked kind of dangerous too. Get back here you varmints! We’re gonna gechya back, ya hear? Give us back our car! Rebecca had an idea, but she wasn’t going to try it out right now. If it failed, it would be bad for all of them and there was always the chance to escape. For now, Rebecca was just going to do as Camila suggested and got in the redneck’s “car”.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Jan 9, 2012 2:57:43 GMT -5
Upon reaching a store, Eleanor slumped ungracefully against the wall of the premises, and let loose a sigh of relief and exhaustion. "I think we lost them," she saifd brethily. "If we hadn't been on camera I would have just cracked their heads open with the wheelbarr-"
Realizing that she was in earshot of Camila and Rebecca, she cleared her throat and closed her eyes, trying and failing to look sophisticated through her own psychopathy.
"If we can set up shop outside here, we might be able to recoup our losses," she said hopefully. "After all, who wouldn't want to buy Ayds candy outside of a shop with an amazing name like..." She looked up at the shop and her face froze, eye twitching in silent dismay.
"Slutwear. Owned by manager and proprietor Syl Harris," she repeated flatly, all emotion gone from her voice.
As she slumped to the ground again, a revving motor caught her attention. Loud rock music blared from the source of the sound as three large trucks pulled up, In slow motion, almost deliberately, three men left the trucks. Heavyset, tattooed, with a certain vacant look in their eyes.
One of them flipped his hair back sexily, letting loose a deadly combination of grease and hair gel, which splattered a nearby child in the face. "My eyes! THEY BURN!" howled the child as she fled from the scene.
And it was now that Eleanor noticed the men were coming towards them.
Her face grew pale as she saw how large and overbearing the men were, and their vacant eyes actually had some semblance of emotion in them. Almost certainly fury.
"Ya done stole our daughters' car," breathed one of the men.
"Daughters?!" Eleanor couldn't suppress her exclmation. "Don't you mean sons? They look like sons. Are they inbred or something?"
"Hey, ya goddamn varmint! Sisters are legal, ya hear?!" Eleanor resisted the urge to tip something over. Dear God they were running into the whole idiot farm today. But she didn't bother to correct the idiot, mainly because they were backing them into the window as they spoke. These idiots meant business.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 9, 2012 12:58:24 GMT -5
Seeing Rebecca get in the wheel barrel was an improvement, allowing them to run as fast as they could until they thought that they lost the enraged teenaged boys. Panting as she leaned along the side of the wheel barrel from a week's worth of exercise, at least for her, Camila was ready to sit on whatever was available in order to ease her poor heart. Sure, Rebecca probably had it worse, but she was exhausted. Bitching was allowed, at least in her head. The smoky black colored lass eyed Eleanor as she thought out loud, not sure what to make of that violent description. She couldn't have been serious, right? Right, the violent saleswoman was more destructive to herself than anyone else from what Camila could tell.
"...are we really next to Slutwear?" She frowned with a bitter expression towards the shop, staring as live models were put on display in front of the windows, rocking their bodies on the poles as they curved around them like slithering snakes. It was disturbing; people shouldn't slither. "Harris would do this." She knew Syl, SHE KNEW SYL, she knew him more than she would've liked. Still, he gave her money so she couldn't complain much. To his face.
As she stared up at the bikini clad women and debated whether they were dancing well or not, wondering if they could be hotter, the roar of a real manly car came from behind them. The music had the high base of a thug's ride, but the look of the vehicle was far from it. It was large, it was destructive, and it turned the women in Slutwear on like no tomorrow. They were staring in utter awe at these tattooed men, panting like dogs in heat as Camila turned to take a look at them herself. Oh god, she just witnessed child abuse.
"Weren't they male...?" Camila also found herself asking, frowning as she crossed her arms in deep thought. She was nearly positive that they were male, they just had to be. The daddies were looking mad, very very mad as one reached for a Pidove and bit into it, chewing the bird's hide as it let out a scream for mercy. The men were beasts, and it would've been hard to stop them.
"HEY, HEY. KNOCK UH KNOCK." One howled, looking as if he was ready to go insane from his bad sense of humor. Another red neck father replied, yodeling back with his Adam’s apple racing up and down his neck. "WHO-DELLY DOODLY IS THERE?" The reply came, and the first continued. "MONSTER TRUCK." "MONSTER TRUCK WHO?" The gag was coming, making Camila flinch at this unnatural display. Animal Planet should be here filming these primitive humans to educate the population. "I'MA HIT THEM IN THE HEAD WITH MY MONSTER TRUCK." The man howled as he revved up his monster truck and charged it wildly at the group of girls.
"Oh, oh crap. Give him the wheel barrel, Eleanor! Give--ugh!" Camila was freaking out pre-maturely, and she wasn't paying attention to whether Rebecca was in the wheel barrel or not, as she gave the device a harsh shove to send it straight towards the rednecks. LUCKILY it wasn't crushed by the monster truck, and instead went freely under it as the beast raged towards the two women. "UGGA UGGA, PRETTY WOMEN." The master red neck honked from his driver's seat, showing that he probably was distracted by slutwear's sexual fantasies as he sped on anyways. Camila could only shriek as she dived out of the way, letting the truck crash straight into the building as the models were left screaming and damaged in the wreckage.
"DO I WIN?" The driver howled as his truck was mounted on the building, and suddenly a model's arm came raining from the sky. It landed right in his hand, making him stare at it in shock and fascination. "WOOOO DOGGY, LOOKS LIKE ROVER HAS DINNER TONIGHT." He waved the arm like a trophy as the other rednecks howled their victorious war chant.
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