Recent content by Gertrude McFuzz

"Well, Houston," said Beatrix quietly, "I do believe we have a problem."

(Okay, so I'm going to move this RP to Draxion's. PM me if you want the link, because the moderators didn't want me advertising and I'm not willing to take any chances. Same with all my others.)

"It's a joke, Is," Beatrix, making a dismissive gesture. She thought something rather more offensive than "dang" when the lights went out, but grinned when Isabella found the flashlights. "Thanks," she said. Windy, Cole, and Jasper entered the room. Windy grabbed her brother's hand...

"Friendly advice," Beatrix said to no one in particular, "Try not to knock anything over. Oh, nice, that one's hot pink." She drew a finger across a dusty metal table and made a face. "Pretty Twilight Zone. Maybe there'll be a nice copy of 'How to Serve Man'."

Beatrix walked in, quietly offering a prayer of thanks that there were no spiders, giant or otherwise. The smell wasn't exactly pleasing though, making her feel vaguely nauseous. She began examining the room.

(I would have Beatrix step inside but a) I don't know what the room looks like, which would affect her reaction and b) for all I know it could be an ambush {by Shelob or crazy scientists. Or both.}.)

(Aw, seriously?) Steel hissed on leather as Beatrix unsheathed a katana. She grabbed the knob quickly and opened the door. If it's Shelob, I'm going to scream, and that'd be really bad for morale, don't you think? So don't let it be Shelob.

( Must go…At least it wasn't just as Mantha got on this time.)

(LOL! :D)

Beatrix glanced at the walls. Please, please, please, don't let anything crawl on me. Plea – Dear God, did something move? No. Breathe. Stop giving me that look, Isabella. Like I'm going to explode. Don't blame me if I'm stressed about hairy, eight-legged monsters. It's called arachnophobia. I'm...

(I know, right?) (BEATRIX: [Content unsuitable for BYC]) Beatrix closed her eyes, muttered something that sounded like a short prayer, opened them again and started walking toward the door. The quiet words, “Spiders. Why spiders? It could have been snakes. It could have been crocodiles...

(*sigh* I have to go… ;.;)

(What? Just providing some suggestions. ;) )

(Creepy guys in long white lab coats bearing syringes?) (MONSTERS? (DEMONS???

(Cloak-and-dagger scary guy? Rat-and-roach infested hallway? Clean, creepy white laboratory? Spider-infested hallway {for which she'd never forgive you}? What?)