|Sheila Blackstone has a heart on the highway. (intodarkness) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2010-08-10 18:35:00
|Entry tags:||fūjin, nephthys|
Who: Chris and Sheila
Where: Chris’ apartment
When: Sometime during the week after this
Sean Connery in an orange loincloth Swearing?
Chris’ text came while she was at work and answered immediately after. Sheila didn’t think much could be worse than a screwing with mythology or more horrifying. At least Disney’s Hercules poked some fun at its inaccuracies. Clash of the Titans had taken itself far too seriously. As a storyteller – even if words were her forte versus filmography, it had been embarrassing. Some bad movie from the 70’s couldn’t be worse, could it? Mainly she was humoring Chris and enjoying an evening that should at least have some humor More often than not, Chris provided it.
She didn’t bother changing from her work clothes, only tossing her shoulder bag into 301 before heading down the hall. She rapped on the empty doors as she went along before pausing in front of Chris’. Finding no reason to glance around, she put her hands to her mouth and hollered. “HEY, OPEN UP! IT’S SHEILA.” No point in being quiet about it.