If I were a rich kid, well...I am rich. A kid? Hardly.
Life is good. Life is always good where I come from. Where I come from I get what I want. Where I come from others bow down to me. Where I'm going I'm just going to be another pretty-but-rich face. At least I have a purpose and an interesting one at that. The last job they sent me on was a little too oceanic to me. I can handle other plains but none entirely of shrimp. I still don't know why they sent me there, while SHE got to go and walks worlds of fire. While she was fire-walking...I was shrimp-avoiding!
I slammed my hand down on the glass table in the living room and the table shattered around my hand leaving no marks and only broken, jagged edged glass. I then stood up and waved my hand returning the table to it's not so broken state. I stood transfixed at what I had just done. I had had these gifts for over a year now and yet sometimes they felt like I had recieved them yesterday.
I picked up the file that had flown to the floor after my outburst and opened it reading over any significant information in bold. "Yada yada yada current CEO of-" I stopped and sat down on the sofa and looked up a grin spanning practically my whole face. "The CEO of Wolfram and Hart?! Score!" I read on about what he had been doing and how he had gotten...er, appointed and also what his new group of coworkers consisted of.
I scanned the pages looking at black and white photographs and fixed my targets. Along with my job I have to get my kicks somehow! Why not tear out a few hearts while I'm there? Why not tear them out literally? No, I'll have to be a tad bit more conspicuous then that. I spotted a picture of a "Winefred Burkle and Wesley Wyndham-Pryce" making eyes at each other. Well fuck me! How...cute! And three names! Who needs three names?! Man, this was going to be fu-hun.
I continued the readings being introduced to a slew of other "employees". God, this might be more fun then I thought. I sat back and closed my eyes spreading my arms out and waited for my dear sister to return from the flaming pits of who the fuck cares because we now had a new assignment. An actually fun assignment with...I looked down at the CEO's picture...fringe benefits. I smiled and threw the file back onto the table. It slid over the glass surface but ceased to move at the edge.
Oh, wait til dear ol' sis hears this news!
[Open for a certain "step" sibling]
I slammed my hand down on the glass table in the living room and the table shattered around my hand leaving no marks and only broken, jagged edged glass. I then stood up and waved my hand returning the table to it's not so broken state. I stood transfixed at what I had just done. I had had these gifts for over a year now and yet sometimes they felt like I had recieved them yesterday.
I picked up the file that had flown to the floor after my outburst and opened it reading over any significant information in bold. "Yada yada yada current CEO of-" I stopped and sat down on the sofa and looked up a grin spanning practically my whole face. "The CEO of Wolfram and Hart?! Score!" I read on about what he had been doing and how he had gotten...er, appointed and also what his new group of coworkers consisted of.
I scanned the pages looking at black and white photographs and fixed my targets. Along with my job I have to get my kicks somehow! Why not tear out a few hearts while I'm there? Why not tear them out literally? No, I'll have to be a tad bit more conspicuous then that. I spotted a picture of a "Winefred Burkle and Wesley Wyndham-Pryce" making eyes at each other. Well fuck me! How...cute! And three names! Who needs three names?! Man, this was going to be fu-hun.
I continued the readings being introduced to a slew of other "employees". God, this might be more fun then I thought. I sat back and closed my eyes spreading my arms out and waited for my dear sister to return from the flaming pits of who the fuck cares because we now had a new assignment. An actually fun assignment with...I looked down at the CEO's picture...fringe benefits. I smiled and threw the file back onto the table. It slid over the glass surface but ceased to move at the edge.
Oh, wait til dear ol' sis hears this news!
[Open for a certain "step" sibling]