No, beg ME for mercy... (MOZE)
Oct 10, 2010 21:42:38 GMT -5
Post by hatboxghosthostess on Oct 10, 2010 21:42:38 GMT -5
A huge bolt of lightning became visible in the dark skies of the Wild West, followed by a prevalent boom of thunder and several millions of raindrops that fell on the once-cheerful parks. This late at night, there was only one figure who had not heeded the advice to stay inside the hotels or shelters for fear of the storm, and that one person roamed the streets of Frontierland, using only an umbrella as shelter from the large thunderstorm. Of course, this person was very odd in herself, for in the darkness of what one would assume to be night, she glowed a somewhat bright shade of blue, her light being snuffed only by the umbrella above her head.
The water didn't seem to affect Constance at all as she made her way toward the saloon. Frontierland was one of the rare familiar environments she had encountered in this "Disney World" madhouse, and it was about time she took a break from it all using the same release her husbands were fond of using.
Apparently, that release worked or else they would have been complaining to her more often.
Constance finally stood outside a certain building and looked up at the darkened sign that was only completely visible when lightning had struck near it, temporarily illuminating it.
Saloon, the sign read, and Constance passed through the locked door easily into the empty saloon. Shaking her umbrella out and closing it, setting it off to the side by the doorway, Constance made her way over to the counter and hunched over it, her head in her arms. The day had been very exasperating for her, and she needed a break from it. Now.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a somewhat large bottle and some glasses behind the counter. Perfect.
Climbing over the bar counter to examine the bottle closer, Constance then became satisfied and poured herself a glass of the bottle's contents, then proceeding to place the glass in front of her stool and promptly returned to it.
This place was such a madhouse, Constance could not distinguish what was real and what was a hallucination. Sip.
More than anything, Constance wanted to be back in the nineteenth century where she didn't have to worry about ending up in an insane asylum. Sip.
She didn't want to be dead at the moment, since that was the start of most of her problems. Sip.
Heck, she regretted hooking up with the smartest man she had ever met while she was alive, since he would have ended up killing her and throwing everything she had ever gained in life off a cliff. Large sip.
This stunk terribly.
The water didn't seem to affect Constance at all as she made her way toward the saloon. Frontierland was one of the rare familiar environments she had encountered in this "Disney World" madhouse, and it was about time she took a break from it all using the same release her husbands were fond of using.
Apparently, that release worked or else they would have been complaining to her more often.
Constance finally stood outside a certain building and looked up at the darkened sign that was only completely visible when lightning had struck near it, temporarily illuminating it.
Saloon, the sign read, and Constance passed through the locked door easily into the empty saloon. Shaking her umbrella out and closing it, setting it off to the side by the doorway, Constance made her way over to the counter and hunched over it, her head in her arms. The day had been very exasperating for her, and she needed a break from it. Now.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a somewhat large bottle and some glasses behind the counter. Perfect.
Climbing over the bar counter to examine the bottle closer, Constance then became satisfied and poured herself a glass of the bottle's contents, then proceeding to place the glass in front of her stool and promptly returned to it.
This place was such a madhouse, Constance could not distinguish what was real and what was a hallucination. Sip.
More than anything, Constance wanted to be back in the nineteenth century where she didn't have to worry about ending up in an insane asylum. Sip.
She didn't want to be dead at the moment, since that was the start of most of her problems. Sip.
Heck, she regretted hooking up with the smartest man she had ever met while she was alive, since he would have ended up killing her and throwing everything she had ever gained in life off a cliff. Large sip.
This stunk terribly.