Chapter 21 - Guestbook privileges
Mistral slid the bolt on the heavy metal door aside, swung the door opened, and pushed me into the 'holding cell', before quickly shutting it again. For a moment I laid like a chicken on the floor, before slowly pushing myself up, and looking around.
There were four other inhabitants of the holding cell, three of them staring across at me in amazement, and the forth pacing back and fourth in the corner, muttering something under her breath.
They were all highschool aged (as most people subjected to stand over the greasy woks of Burger King are), all girls, and all resembling people who would occasionally sign the guestbooks of random blog-novelists.
The first girl (who seemed the most likely to write her own novel, albeit one that would be unfunny and lost for all eternity) approached me, and introduced herself as Laura.
"I'm Erstwhile," I replied truthfully (still under the effects of the truth-fumes). "Are you trapped here too?"
Laura nodded, "I came in here for a shake three days ago, and they asked me if I'd like fries with that. When I pointed out that by asking that they were infringing on McDonald copyrights, they threw me in here, threatening to make me the head pastry chef."
I gasped in horror at such cruelty.
"Gasp! What about those other girls?"
Laura turned and pointed at the other two who were not moving.
"Those two are foreign exchange students, Yvette is from the country of Upper Moutere, and Elle is from the country of WAKEFIELD (wOOt!), NZ. Their countries have been at war for centuries, and when they got into a fight during a birthday party for Julianne, they were both 'escorted' here." Laura leaned in a little closer, and whispered "They don't speak very good English, and they don't get along very well. Whatever you do, don't mention guitar ensembles, the war has something to do with that."
I pointed across at the muttering and walking-back-and-forth girl, who was wearing a silky smooth tie.
"And her?"
"Ah, yes, that's "Asheigh". Watch out for her, I think she went crazy when they threw her in here. She has been wandering back and forth like that ever since, threatening to hit any Burger King people who enter with a 'v. hard book'. We've made sure she only gets access to light paperbacks, just incase she turns on us."
I backed away from Asheigh a little further.
"Hmm, interesting," I muttered, "But what we need now is a way out of here. Ciola is still at the mercy of Big Mack and Mistral, and I must save her."
"Oh, how romantic," Laura said, and all four of the girls sighed emotionally (girls are weird like that).
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PS. All characters are completely original and fictious. Any similarities with any persons, living, dead, or signed in the guestbook, is entirely co-incidental.
PPS. No offence.
There were four other inhabitants of the holding cell, three of them staring across at me in amazement, and the forth pacing back and fourth in the corner, muttering something under her breath.
They were all highschool aged (as most people subjected to stand over the greasy woks of Burger King are), all girls, and all resembling people who would occasionally sign the guestbooks of random blog-novelists.
The first girl (who seemed the most likely to write her own novel, albeit one that would be unfunny and lost for all eternity) approached me, and introduced herself as Laura.
"I'm Erstwhile," I replied truthfully (still under the effects of the truth-fumes). "Are you trapped here too?"
Laura nodded, "I came in here for a shake three days ago, and they asked me if I'd like fries with that. When I pointed out that by asking that they were infringing on McDonald copyrights, they threw me in here, threatening to make me the head pastry chef."
I gasped in horror at such cruelty.
"Gasp! What about those other girls?"
Laura turned and pointed at the other two who were not moving.
"Those two are foreign exchange students, Yvette is from the country of Upper Moutere, and Elle is from the country of WAKEFIELD (wOOt!), NZ. Their countries have been at war for centuries, and when they got into a fight during a birthday party for Julianne, they were both 'escorted' here." Laura leaned in a little closer, and whispered "They don't speak very good English, and they don't get along very well. Whatever you do, don't mention guitar ensembles, the war has something to do with that."
I pointed across at the muttering and walking-back-and-forth girl, who was wearing a silky smooth tie.
"And her?"
"Ah, yes, that's "Asheigh". Watch out for her, I think she went crazy when they threw her in here. She has been wandering back and forth like that ever since, threatening to hit any Burger King people who enter with a 'v. hard book'. We've made sure she only gets access to light paperbacks, just incase she turns on us."
I backed away from Asheigh a little further.
"Hmm, interesting," I muttered, "But what we need now is a way out of here. Ciola is still at the mercy of Big Mack and Mistral, and I must save her."
"Oh, how romantic," Laura said, and all four of the girls sighed emotionally (girls are weird like that).
Previous Chapter ***** Next Chapter
PS. All characters are completely original and fictious. Any similarities with any persons, living, dead, or signed in the guestbook, is entirely co-incidental.
PPS. No offence.
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