Diana Monroe | Paparazzi (gimme_deets) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-25 16:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ma'at, paparazzi |
Who: Paparazzi and Ammit
What: Chasing, finding- catching?
Where: Somewhere in Santa Monica
When: Monday around 4:30 pm
Warnings: Ammit eats hearts.
Diana was more than enjoying her stay in California- soaking in the sunlight and sea breeze, her own delight at living empowering every paparazzo to bolder moves in stalking their famous prey. Even the fight with that nuisance Egyptian Set hadn't set her back too much- he had landed a few blows but at the end of the day, she was at the height of her power and he, just a relic.
And in the piranha-infested waters of the wealthy sections of Hollywood, a half-mad woman with blood on her hands stood out like a sore thumb. The elite, of course, were craftily ignoring her, their eyes gliding over her as if their own determination to not upset their lives could render her invisible.
And stepping out from behind a shoe store Paparazzi found her, the monster (for surely this thing, this creature with madness oozing from it and filling Diana's head with the smell of slavering jaws, could be no more than Ammut, the soul-eating monster she had Googled last night) standing between her and a minor celebrity she had been following for some time.
Not missing a beat, Diana extended a hand. Surely she could smell Paparazzi's malice, her unwavering love of all things obscene. She clucked softly with her tongue, drumming out the beating of a sinful heart.