Lucky Gunnderman
Lucky jogged into the room where her other friends were waiting with an unusually happy grin plastered to her face, though there did seem to be a sinister undertone to it. She held up her treasure, a horror movie, complete with more blood and guts on the cover than you'd see in an operating room. "May i present to you, a movie so full of gore, slaughter, and carnage, that it is illegal to be purchased in 8 countries around the globe." She nodded, an almost disturbingly evil smirk spreading across her face with each thought about the movie they were about to watch.
Without waiting for her friend's input about her choice, she shuffled over to the television and stuck it into the dvd player. "Luckily," she continued, "Japan is not one of them." Lucky pressed the 'On' button on the T.V. and waited for it to turn on. After a few moments of waiting, the screen was still black, and her unsettling grin faded into a frustrated scowl. She glared at it and hit the side of it with the palm of her hand.
"Guys, it's not working!" She hissed, smacking it over and over, the hits getting harder each time. "This piece of crap, we only got it put in last week, what the hell is going on?" Lucky repeatedly whacked the television, with no prevail, it wouldn't show any sign of life.
"Come on, come on, come on!" Her voice grew more impatient, and then she collapsed, and fell on the floor, she glared at it, as if her venomous scowl would make the piece of technology go weak in the knees and then work for her, like the people that she used "the glare" on. But, not even that worked, so she stood up, removed her shoe, and threw it at it. "My god! Work already!" She shrieked, pulling off her other shoe and trying again.
She turned to her other friends, "any help guys? What's movie night without a T.V.? And I'm probably the furthest from a mechanic here!" Lucky turned her attention back to it and let out a low growl, muttering something incredibly fowl under her breath, directed to the stupid technological piece of junk that was sitting in the corner, staring at her, rubbing failure in her face.
Lucky jogged into the room where her other friends were waiting with an unusually happy grin plastered to her face, though there did seem to be a sinister undertone to it. She held up her treasure, a horror movie, complete with more blood and guts on the cover than you'd see in an operating room. "May i present to you, a movie so full of gore, slaughter, and carnage, that it is illegal to be purchased in 8 countries around the globe." She nodded, an almost disturbingly evil smirk spreading across her face with each thought about the movie they were about to watch.
Without waiting for her friend's input about her choice, she shuffled over to the television and stuck it into the dvd player. "Luckily," she continued, "Japan is not one of them." Lucky pressed the 'On' button on the T.V. and waited for it to turn on. After a few moments of waiting, the screen was still black, and her unsettling grin faded into a frustrated scowl. She glared at it and hit the side of it with the palm of her hand.
"Guys, it's not working!" She hissed, smacking it over and over, the hits getting harder each time. "This piece of crap, we only got it put in last week, what the hell is going on?" Lucky repeatedly whacked the television, with no prevail, it wouldn't show any sign of life.
"Come on, come on, come on!" Her voice grew more impatient, and then she collapsed, and fell on the floor, she glared at it, as if her venomous scowl would make the piece of technology go weak in the knees and then work for her, like the people that she used "the glare" on. But, not even that worked, so she stood up, removed her shoe, and threw it at it. "My god! Work already!" She shrieked, pulling off her other shoe and trying again.
She turned to her other friends, "any help guys? What's movie night without a T.V.? And I'm probably the furthest from a mechanic here!" Lucky turned her attention back to it and let out a low growl, muttering something incredibly fowl under her breath, directed to the stupid technological piece of junk that was sitting in the corner, staring at her, rubbing failure in her face.