Post by idiotj on Mar 30, 2006 18:10:09 GMT -5
This one is more contrived than the others. This one might be the most confusing thing I've written.
Songbird wanted power. Tragedy wanted Songbird. After months of persistance, Tragedy agreed to cooperate and invite Songbird to his headquarters to discuss the future of Songbird's career.
Songbird expected either a dungeon with kinky devices of torture and a Snicket manservant, or a professional looking-office with a long table and one of those white boards. Most likely, it would be a typical teenager's room. It happened to b e a mix, with some air of professionalism to a basic living room.
But there were scented candles, which Songbird chose to ignore.
To business.
To business!
"Tragedy--" She began, quickly.
"Please. Call me Tragedy."
"Tragedy. I've been a hard working member of 667 for years. It's amounted to nothing."
"I know what you want, Songbird. Can I offer you a drink?"
"No. Thanks." Back on topic. "I deserve a job. At least moderator of Ghastly Games."
"Yeah." Tragedy said, slightly drunk. "I'll give you one, but you have to give me something in return."
"Um...Tragedy?" Songbird asked, puzzled. "TRAGEDY!" She shrieked and slapped him. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? HOW DARE YOU! I'm going to tell everyone about this." She stormed out of the house.
Tragedy awoke the next afternoon, hungover. The phone was ringing. He groggily reached for it.
"'lo whossit?"
"Tragedy?"
"Songbird?"
"Yeah. I'm calling to discuss my job..."
Tragedy was now sitting straight up in bed.
"Are you trying to blackmail me?" Tragedy demanded.
"What?"
"Blackmail. Look, I'll give you the job but you're not allowed into the mod section."
"WHAT? WHY?!"
"Because of what happened last night. I'm not gonna live with that under my head."
"What? What happened last night?"
There was an awkward pause. Had Tragedy dreamt it all?
"What's this about blackmail, Trag?"
Still silent.
"What? Oh...oh, nothing. I was just kidding. Yeah, you can be mod. See you."
Tragedy quickly hung up the phone and collapsed onto his back.
Songbird wanted power. Tragedy wanted Songbird. After months of persistance, Tragedy agreed to cooperate and invite Songbird to his headquarters to discuss the future of Songbird's career.
Songbird expected either a dungeon with kinky devices of torture and a Snicket manservant, or a professional looking-office with a long table and one of those white boards. Most likely, it would be a typical teenager's room. It happened to b e a mix, with some air of professionalism to a basic living room.
But there were scented candles, which Songbird chose to ignore.
To business.
To business!
"Tragedy--" She began, quickly.
"Please. Call me Tragedy."
"Tragedy. I've been a hard working member of 667 for years. It's amounted to nothing."
"I know what you want, Songbird. Can I offer you a drink?"
"No. Thanks." Back on topic. "I deserve a job. At least moderator of Ghastly Games."
"Yeah." Tragedy said, slightly drunk. "I'll give you one, but you have to give me something in return."
"Um...Tragedy?" Songbird asked, puzzled. "TRAGEDY!" She shrieked and slapped him. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? HOW DARE YOU! I'm going to tell everyone about this." She stormed out of the house.
Tragedy awoke the next afternoon, hungover. The phone was ringing. He groggily reached for it.
"'lo whossit?"
"Tragedy?"
"Songbird?"
"Yeah. I'm calling to discuss my job..."
Tragedy was now sitting straight up in bed.
"Are you trying to blackmail me?" Tragedy demanded.
"What?"
"Blackmail. Look, I'll give you the job but you're not allowed into the mod section."
"WHAT? WHY?!"
"Because of what happened last night. I'm not gonna live with that under my head."
"What? What happened last night?"
There was an awkward pause. Had Tragedy dreamt it all?
"What's this about blackmail, Trag?"
Still silent.
"What? Oh...oh, nothing. I was just kidding. Yeah, you can be mod. See you."
Tragedy quickly hung up the phone and collapsed onto his back.