Post by kaitlyn on Mar 17, 2010 14:05:22 GMT -5
Lucy was not having a good day. So far she had argued with her parents, snuck out of the house to buy a new top, argued with her parents, and snuck out again. Not the best start to the day. A bell jangled cheerfully as she entered the bank. Not that you could call anything in Hostile Bank cheerful. A attendant glanced at her dissmissiveley, until she saw the Jack Wills top and jeans. Lucy recived a grin that was so fake it was a suprise it wasn't made of plastic, and a cheery 'Hello, would you like to open a current account with us today?'
'Umm, actually I would like to make a transaction between my current Super Saver account and my checking acc-'
Lucy tailed off suddenly. She began to feel an odd sensation, like she was in an oven that was gradually getting hotter and hotter.
Oh crap. Not now!!
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and rolled down her faces like tears, and she stumbled slightly. She felt even hotter. Uncomfortably hot.
'Womens.....trouble....back...soon..' she panted, and sprinted at full speed towards the omnipresent W.C. She was barely insideone of the cubicles, when she collapsed, nearly hitting her head on the loo.
Agony was the first sensation. Red fire licked up her body and thousands of tiny needles pierced her skin in a thousand different spots. Then fresh pain as her bones cracked and reformed themselves into odd postions. Her spine lengthened and her body compressed itself like a tin can into an entirely diffrent shape. Finally her shoulder muscles controted and bust out of her skin, unfolding around her.
At the end, all that was left was a little black cat with extraordinary butterfly wings lying spread-eagled on the floor.
A whisker twitched.
Then another.
Lucy hauled herself off the floor and stared at the world with new eyes.
Ow. I was hoping for it to be a little more painful than last time.
She flapped her wings lazily.I never thought being crazy would be so painful..ah well. She twitched her whiskers as she stretched luxuriously, and used her powerful new leg muscles to leap easily onto the toilet lid. She couldn't use her wings in this cramped space, and she didn't fancy crawling underneath the door (goodness knows what was on this floor), so she guessed she would have to wait it out.
Ha. Bet it would suprise the cashier if she found out what I meant by 'woman's trouble'! Classic. Then suddenly, she flinched. If black cats could go pale, she would be as white as a sheet by now.
Someone had just entered the toilets.
Lucy froze. If this person opened the cubicle door, she wasn't going to find the encounter very funny, after all...
'Umm, actually I would like to make a transaction between my current Super Saver account and my checking acc-'
Lucy tailed off suddenly. She began to feel an odd sensation, like she was in an oven that was gradually getting hotter and hotter.
Oh crap. Not now!!
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and rolled down her faces like tears, and she stumbled slightly. She felt even hotter. Uncomfortably hot.
'Womens.....trouble....back...soon..' she panted, and sprinted at full speed towards the omnipresent W.C. She was barely insideone of the cubicles, when she collapsed, nearly hitting her head on the loo.
Agony was the first sensation. Red fire licked up her body and thousands of tiny needles pierced her skin in a thousand different spots. Then fresh pain as her bones cracked and reformed themselves into odd postions. Her spine lengthened and her body compressed itself like a tin can into an entirely diffrent shape. Finally her shoulder muscles controted and bust out of her skin, unfolding around her.
At the end, all that was left was a little black cat with extraordinary butterfly wings lying spread-eagled on the floor.
A whisker twitched.
Then another.
Lucy hauled herself off the floor and stared at the world with new eyes.
Ow. I was hoping for it to be a little more painful than last time.
She flapped her wings lazily.I never thought being crazy would be so painful..ah well. She twitched her whiskers as she stretched luxuriously, and used her powerful new leg muscles to leap easily onto the toilet lid. She couldn't use her wings in this cramped space, and she didn't fancy crawling underneath the door (goodness knows what was on this floor), so she guessed she would have to wait it out.
Ha. Bet it would suprise the cashier if she found out what I meant by 'woman's trouble'! Classic. Then suddenly, she flinched. If black cats could go pale, she would be as white as a sheet by now.
Someone had just entered the toilets.
Lucy froze. If this person opened the cubicle door, she wasn't going to find the encounter very funny, after all...