Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2013 9:54:35 GMT -5
She had brewed the coffee, wrote the script, set the tapes and waited every so patiently for the "MASTER OF DISASTER" to come strolling in late as always. Her green yellow orbs watched the long hand move around the face of the clock and the sound of tick...tock...tick....tock played it's melody in her ear. Although her gaze was fixed and expression unchanging, she was growing irritated with the imbicile who thought he walked on water. Not only could he not DJ what-so-ever and needed every ounce of the work prepared for him, heHe would stroll into the station roughly five minutes before the broadcast, all while grabbing her ass and then stroll into the room and close the door. She would then listen to his completely uneducated and sexist remarks regarding the artists. He was an idiot but unfortunately, he was an idiot with power. Many of nights she had to reason with the shadowy part of her to not corner him in the alley and drain every ounce of sleazy blood from his scrawny, drug riddled body. One of his only saving graces was that she didn't know if Vampire's could contract diseases from drinking from intravaneous drug users. So she refrained but often fantasized about it during his broadcasts.
Today was no different, as the five minute mark ticked by, a low growl escaped her lips and the same image of his lifeless body at her feet flashed through her mind. Eyes, still fixed on the clock, reached for her phone and pushed 2 and dialed his phone. Three calls later and one minute to broadcast time, and still nothing. Slamming her phone down she growled out "ASSHOLE!" loudly as she sprang up from her seat. Although she had done a good job about keeping a low radar in Beacon Hills and remaining untrackable to those from her past, what would ONE broadcast hurt? It was a three hour show and it was only a desperate measure, not to be repeated. She had 30 seconds to make a decision as the slender red hand scurried around the clock. Quickly grabbing a tape from the self and throwing it into the machine, she flicked the "On Air" switch on and began speaking.
"Hey ALL you beautiful people! My name is LaLa and tonight is a special night INDEED... Mike on the Mic is out for the night, leaving you in my hands for the evening. But don't worry.. I'll be gentle" she gave a little laugh and then continued on, " I have got a treat for you, this is band who has flown under the radar for some time but it times I let this little birdy fly. The band's name is Iron and Wine and the song is called "Flightless Bird, American Mouth" ENJOY!"
She pushed a button and her voice turned off and the music played. Taking a deep breathe, she leaned back against the chair. Her heart sang with a thrill as she remembered how much she loved being here and then almost immediately ached because she knew it was fleeting. But at least for the night, she would love every minute.
(( Her hair is down and this is her Outfit ))
Today was no different, as the five minute mark ticked by, a low growl escaped her lips and the same image of his lifeless body at her feet flashed through her mind. Eyes, still fixed on the clock, reached for her phone and pushed 2 and dialed his phone. Three calls later and one minute to broadcast time, and still nothing. Slamming her phone down she growled out "ASSHOLE!" loudly as she sprang up from her seat. Although she had done a good job about keeping a low radar in Beacon Hills and remaining untrackable to those from her past, what would ONE broadcast hurt? It was a three hour show and it was only a desperate measure, not to be repeated. She had 30 seconds to make a decision as the slender red hand scurried around the clock. Quickly grabbing a tape from the self and throwing it into the machine, she flicked the "On Air" switch on and began speaking.
"Hey ALL you beautiful people! My name is LaLa and tonight is a special night INDEED... Mike on the Mic is out for the night, leaving you in my hands for the evening. But don't worry.. I'll be gentle" she gave a little laugh and then continued on, " I have got a treat for you, this is band who has flown under the radar for some time but it times I let this little birdy fly. The band's name is Iron and Wine and the song is called "Flightless Bird, American Mouth" ENJOY!"
She pushed a button and her voice turned off and the music played. Taking a deep breathe, she leaned back against the chair. Her heart sang with a thrill as she remembered how much she loved being here and then almost immediately ached because she knew it was fleeting. But at least for the night, she would love every minute.
(( Her hair is down and this is her Outfit ))