Post by Athena on Dec 18, 2003 19:46:20 GMT -5
Influenced by - Charlie’s Angel’s and to many watching’s of Legally Blonde.
Basic Summary - A fanfic inspired piece that involves to many Hollywood cliché’s to be taken seriously; three blonde’s; mysteriously turned into superheroes. Saving the world without messing their hair or breaking a nail, and all before the Prom.
****Location, super rich penthouse apartment in New York City that nobody could ever afford in real life; obviously it is occupied however by three very rich, young, and blonde girls***
“Man I am like so totally bored” said Melanie, swinging her long wavy blonde hair perfectly; the way the model’s do in those cheesy shampoo commercials.
“Yeah, like life is so totally a drag right now, oh my god it’s almost more than I can stand” replied Heather; the more conservative of the three. Her tightly curled blonde hair was cut short, right above her shoulder.
“Hey look; there’s like, car’s and little people down there” said Jessica, the airhead, well more of an airhead compared to the other two. Her ultra long blonde hair was perfectly straight; the way the flat iron’s are supposed to work with no frizz or dry hair. “Hellooooo down there” she called out, waving down at the tiny specks of life that were dimly seen through their window.
“Jess, the people can like, so not hear you, duh” replied Heather
Jessica ignored Heather and continued waving frantically at the people
All three girls were rich, blonde, and dumb. The first thing noticeable about their apartment was how it was a world of pink, a giant pink fluffy cloud. The estrogen in the room was almost suffocating and any man walking in their would instantly shrivel up and die due to lack of beer and football. Each of the three girl’s were all wearing designer outfit’s, made to look like they were for ‘lounging about’ but each outfit probably cost more than a car. And each, was wearing pink.
“Oh, oh, oh, I know what we can do” said Jessica, bouncing up and down excitedly
“Like, what?” asked Melanie, “because man, I am like, so bored right now”
“Yeah, Mel’s right, what’s your idea Jess” asked Heather
“Like, lets get our hair and nail’s done” screamed Jessica
“Like oh my god, what a great idea Jess” said Melanie, squealing
“Yeah, like so totally ditto” squealed Heather
Promptly the three girl’s exited their pad, not before putting on pink designer sunglasses though. The kind that never really did anything other than make them look like they had pink bug eyes. At the door a limousine was waiting for them, pink of course. The driver got out of the car and held the door open for each of the three girl’s, who each promptly went inside.
“Wow, what a cool car” said Melanie
“Oooo, pretty color’s” breathed Jessica, “woooooooooooooooow” amazed she stared at the pink lights in the car
As the car began cruising down the street; each of the three girl’s began chattering to each other; their conversation though was unmistakable to anyone but them. No one else would be able to translate the foreign words, squeals, sighs, and accompanists that followed it. Presently however; the limo driver in the front listened to their conversation and smiled. When he smiled; instantly the bad music began to play. He was dressed in black from head to toe, including the sunglasses. He would have been right at home on a set of the Matrix. He took out a cell phone and cradled it to his ear, soon after he began speaking into it.
“Yeah I go them, nope no mistake, trust me, no one else could be them. Is the experiment all ready to go on as planned. Is substance X ready? Right, sorry sir, my job is to simply follow orders, not question them. Yes sir, they don’t suspect a thing; of course these damsels would never think of anything in a million years; beats me how they get their shoes on in the morning. Alright boss; we will be their shortly, I’ll have the good’s ready for our ‘experiment’” he smirked slightly as he said that and put the cell phone away. Outside the countryside got darker and more mysterious. Some how night began to fall; though it had been barely morning when the girl’s had gone out.
Basic Summary - A fanfic inspired piece that involves to many Hollywood cliché’s to be taken seriously; three blonde’s; mysteriously turned into superheroes. Saving the world without messing their hair or breaking a nail, and all before the Prom.
****Location, super rich penthouse apartment in New York City that nobody could ever afford in real life; obviously it is occupied however by three very rich, young, and blonde girls***
“Man I am like so totally bored” said Melanie, swinging her long wavy blonde hair perfectly; the way the model’s do in those cheesy shampoo commercials.
“Yeah, like life is so totally a drag right now, oh my god it’s almost more than I can stand” replied Heather; the more conservative of the three. Her tightly curled blonde hair was cut short, right above her shoulder.
“Hey look; there’s like, car’s and little people down there” said Jessica, the airhead, well more of an airhead compared to the other two. Her ultra long blonde hair was perfectly straight; the way the flat iron’s are supposed to work with no frizz or dry hair. “Hellooooo down there” she called out, waving down at the tiny specks of life that were dimly seen through their window.
“Jess, the people can like, so not hear you, duh” replied Heather
Jessica ignored Heather and continued waving frantically at the people
All three girls were rich, blonde, and dumb. The first thing noticeable about their apartment was how it was a world of pink, a giant pink fluffy cloud. The estrogen in the room was almost suffocating and any man walking in their would instantly shrivel up and die due to lack of beer and football. Each of the three girl’s were all wearing designer outfit’s, made to look like they were for ‘lounging about’ but each outfit probably cost more than a car. And each, was wearing pink.
“Oh, oh, oh, I know what we can do” said Jessica, bouncing up and down excitedly
“Like, what?” asked Melanie, “because man, I am like, so bored right now”
“Yeah, Mel’s right, what’s your idea Jess” asked Heather
“Like, lets get our hair and nail’s done” screamed Jessica
“Like oh my god, what a great idea Jess” said Melanie, squealing
“Yeah, like so totally ditto” squealed Heather
Promptly the three girl’s exited their pad, not before putting on pink designer sunglasses though. The kind that never really did anything other than make them look like they had pink bug eyes. At the door a limousine was waiting for them, pink of course. The driver got out of the car and held the door open for each of the three girl’s, who each promptly went inside.
“Wow, what a cool car” said Melanie
“Oooo, pretty color’s” breathed Jessica, “woooooooooooooooow” amazed she stared at the pink lights in the car
As the car began cruising down the street; each of the three girl’s began chattering to each other; their conversation though was unmistakable to anyone but them. No one else would be able to translate the foreign words, squeals, sighs, and accompanists that followed it. Presently however; the limo driver in the front listened to their conversation and smiled. When he smiled; instantly the bad music began to play. He was dressed in black from head to toe, including the sunglasses. He would have been right at home on a set of the Matrix. He took out a cell phone and cradled it to his ear, soon after he began speaking into it.
“Yeah I go them, nope no mistake, trust me, no one else could be them. Is the experiment all ready to go on as planned. Is substance X ready? Right, sorry sir, my job is to simply follow orders, not question them. Yes sir, they don’t suspect a thing; of course these damsels would never think of anything in a million years; beats me how they get their shoes on in the morning. Alright boss; we will be their shortly, I’ll have the good’s ready for our ‘experiment’” he smirked slightly as he said that and put the cell phone away. Outside the countryside got darker and more mysterious. Some how night began to fall; though it had been barely morning when the girl’s had gone out.