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Mar 30, 2009 12:03

[ Lounging in a folding chair out off at the center of camp is a green-skinned woman, filing her nails, her gloves on as she does so. Beside her is a suitcase and a few magazines. ]

No, really, I signed up for this. Hegemony and all of that. Hating myself juuuuust a bit right now, not gonna lie.

[ Also! Planted in the ground next to her is a big sign reading "DEMOTIVATIONAL SPEAKER", with smaller printing of "Free Venting, Guaranteed Listening", and even smaller print beneath it that reads, "Okay maybe not guaranteed"

Her rules are laid out clearly at the bottom of the sign:

1.) I am not THAT kind of counselor, people. I guide you away from things, not toward things.
2.) No touchie.
3.) If you are going to vent, make it have a purpose. No, seriously, I need a punchline. It better all lead up into "So I am going to kill myself" or "To show her my love, I have decided to kidnap her", otherwise you've pretty much wasted time for the both of us.
4.) Reiterating: I am here to talk you out of things. Whether it's every day stupidity or the more drastic things.
5.) No crying. I mean, come on. Awkward.

]

(( Intro for Shego! Yo Stacy, talk to me talk to me babayyy ))
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