[Gossip Girl] - Blair Waldorf - Part FivekyattoMarch 1 2010, 05:05:50 UTC
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First Person:
{ACCIDENTAL VOICE}
[Rustling is heard - a lot of rustling. Then many, many frantic footsteps as if someone was running around in circles. Finally, a loud yet feminine groan and an airy sigh.]
This is most certainly not Central Park! Not even Battery Park! I don’t even think this is New York!
Dorota! Dorota? DOROTA! Where are you? I mean it! This isn’t funny!
[More rustling, followed by another aggravated groan.]
Ugh! Look at all this…this… grass. And those buildings there look so…dirty. Ew! Am I in New Jersey? What would I be doing on this side of the bridge?
This can’t be a hangover, I haven’t been to a party in over a week! How could I forget going to bed in my home and then waking up all the way out here? I can’t, that’s how!
Chuck? Are you hiding out behind those bushes? Come out right now! I’m serious! Joke’s over! You can get your driver and take me back home now!
Damn it!
[Swears again under her breath, practically growling, and her storming over to a bush is heard - plus the rustling of her pawing through it, as if looking for something.]
Chuck Bass, where are you? Get out here and take me home right now! I have an appointment with the Dean of Yale! And if I miss it because of one your stupid, childish, pranks - I will not. Be. Happy!
And…UGH! What on earth am I wearing? This dress is so….Ew! It’s so 2007. And these…wings. I was definitely not on my way to a costume party!
And who neatly folds clothes and just leaves them out - wait - those are my clothes!
W-what the! They’ve got grass stains on them!
Hello? Whoever’s out there I’ll have you know that was an original Vera Wang you just ruined! You’d better pay me back!
Alright, looks like I have no choice. [Disgruntled sigh.] I’ll have to go find someone. Maybe that Jersey City over there will have a taxi or something.
[Gossip Girl] - Blair Waldorf - Part SixkyattoMarch 1 2010, 05:06:47 UTC
Third Person:
Well, of all the foreign places she had been too (and she’d been practically all over the world at this point thanks to her parents’ bank accounts), this city had to be the strangest. Blair Waldorf was absolutely baffled upon reaching it. The walk out of the woods had not taken long, even though her feet were already aching. Soiled clothes bundled under one arm, she peered around curiously - it was quiet…too quiet. Before she decided to venture away from where she awoke she had tried to remove the wings now adorning her back. However she was quick to discover that no, they were not a well-made costume prop but actually attached. Was this heaven? Did she die?
If this was heaven, then Blair was sure she didn’t like it very much. When she pictured heaven, she saw good-looking men in well-tailored suites, city streets lined with shops selling the finest couture, the cutest little restaurants with limited menus yet over the top prices, and glamour and elegance as far as the eye could see. With all eyes on her, of course. Yes, in her idea of heaven she would be soaking in a tub made of solid gold, lavender-scented water adorned with rose petals, and a handsome butler would be serving her fine Belgian chocolate-covered strawberries while she laid back and listened to classical music. Or her and Nate, or perhaps even Chuck, at a fancy ball hosted by the Queen of England. Dancing the waltz, with her in her finest Chanel - him in an Armani tux with a tie that matched his eyes. He would tell her those three little words - ”I love you” and she would reciprocate. That was heaven. Not this quiet, practically desolate place. There wasn’t a boutique in sight! Not even an Urban Outfitters! What sort of strange place was this?
When she realized she was alone she had gone digging for her cell phone - only to find it missing. Great. Whoever had the nerve to get her out here must have stolen it! Who knows what sort of havoc they were causing with it? She had connections to everyone who was anyone on the Upper East Side and a private direct line to Gossip Girl herself. For all she knew they were slandering her good name right now! Or worse… Oh no, she could see the headlines now! What if they thought she was dead? It would be all over the New York Times! People! Us Weekly! What was everyone doing? Chuck, Nate, Serena? What about her mother, her father? Well, what if she was dead? How did it happen and why? She was fine just a day ago!
Yet whatever this strange place was, she did not have a good feeling about it…
First Person:
{ACCIDENTAL VOICE}
[Rustling is heard - a lot of rustling. Then many, many frantic footsteps as if someone was running around in circles. Finally, a loud yet feminine groan and an airy sigh.]
This is most certainly not Central Park! Not even Battery Park! I don’t even think this is New York!
Dorota! Dorota? DOROTA! Where are you? I mean it! This isn’t funny!
[More rustling, followed by another aggravated groan.]
Ugh! Look at all this…this… grass. And those buildings there look so…dirty. Ew! Am I in New Jersey? What would I be doing on this side of the bridge?
This can’t be a hangover, I haven’t been to a party in over a week! How could I forget going to bed in my home and then waking up all the way out here? I can’t, that’s how!
Chuck? Are you hiding out behind those bushes? Come out right now! I’m serious! Joke’s over! You can get your driver and take me back home now!
Damn it!
[Swears again under her breath, practically growling, and her storming over to a bush is heard - plus the rustling of her pawing through it, as if looking for something.]
Chuck Bass, where are you? Get out here and take me home right now! I have an appointment with the Dean of Yale! And if I miss it because of one your stupid, childish, pranks - I will not. Be. Happy!
And…UGH! What on earth am I wearing? This dress is so….Ew! It’s so 2007. And these…wings. I was definitely not on my way to a costume party!
And who neatly folds clothes and just leaves them out - wait - those are my clothes!
W-what the! They’ve got grass stains on them!
Hello? Whoever’s out there I’ll have you know that was an original Vera Wang you just ruined! You’d better pay me back!
Alright, looks like I have no choice. [Disgruntled sigh.] I’ll have to go find someone. Maybe that Jersey City over there will have a taxi or something.
People, sometimes… ARGH!
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Well, of all the foreign places she had been too (and she’d been practically all over the world at this point thanks to her parents’ bank accounts), this city had to be the strangest. Blair Waldorf was absolutely baffled upon reaching it. The walk out of the woods had not taken long, even though her feet were already aching. Soiled clothes bundled under one arm, she peered around curiously - it was quiet…too quiet. Before she decided to venture away from where she awoke she had tried to remove the wings now adorning her back. However she was quick to discover that no, they were not a well-made costume prop but actually attached. Was this heaven? Did she die?
If this was heaven, then Blair was sure she didn’t like it very much. When she pictured heaven, she saw good-looking men in well-tailored suites, city streets lined with shops selling the finest couture, the cutest little restaurants with limited menus yet over the top prices, and glamour and elegance as far as the eye could see. With all eyes on her, of course. Yes, in her idea of heaven she would be soaking in a tub made of solid gold, lavender-scented water adorned with rose petals, and a handsome butler would be serving her fine Belgian chocolate-covered strawberries while she laid back and listened to classical music. Or her and Nate, or perhaps even Chuck, at a fancy ball hosted by the Queen of England. Dancing the waltz, with her in her finest Chanel - him in an Armani tux with a tie that matched his eyes. He would tell her those three little words - ”I love you” and she would reciprocate. That was heaven. Not this quiet, practically desolate place. There wasn’t a boutique in sight! Not even an Urban Outfitters! What sort of strange place was this?
When she realized she was alone she had gone digging for her cell phone - only to find it missing. Great. Whoever had the nerve to get her out here must have stolen it! Who knows what sort of havoc they were causing with it? She had connections to everyone who was anyone on the Upper East Side and a private direct line to Gossip Girl herself. For all she knew they were slandering her good name right now! Or worse… Oh no, she could see the headlines now! What if they thought she was dead? It would be all over the New York Times! People! Us Weekly! What was everyone doing? Chuck, Nate, Serena? What about her mother, her father? Well, what if she was dead? How did it happen and why? She was fine just a day ago!
Yet whatever this strange place was, she did not have a good feeling about it…
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