Post by Lilith on Dec 22, 2007 1:42:01 GMT -5
"Miss Creighton?"
The annoying sounds of a voice outside the door slowly drift around in her room like the wafting scent of that glad plug in bullshit everyone buys for Christmas cause they whack off to much in their rooms and it creates a permanent smell. GCW Tower, Lilith was TRYING to get some fucking sleep in her little suite. Room, what the fuck ever you want to call it. I'm sure if I said suite someone would run to the staff and bitch I got 'favoritism' by having a better FAKE room then their FAKE rooms.
Moving on.
Her eyes open slowly, getting hit by the oh so not fucking fun in the morning rays of Sun softly trying to bust through the curtains. She grunts, rolls over and tries to pull the cover up over her head. Light problem fixed.
"Miss Creighton? Are you in there?"
Sound problem growing. She opens her eyes again, under the protection of her comfy fucking blanket. Sons of.... she closes her eyes again, squeezing them shut tightly. Hoping, praying.... if God loves her at all to-
"Hello? Miss Creighton? Urgent delivery here for you."
.... Who didn't see THAT coming? Lilith groans out, obviously pissed. She tosses the blanket down and opens her eyes. Where's that fucking alarm clock... looking around in the immediate area you'd THINK IT'D BE, Lilith fails to locate said clock. She sits up in her bed slowly, stretching out before tossing the blanket the rest of the way it needed to be hurled before it was no longer touching her smooth... infamously pale skin. BTW, I'm the only bitch who can pull pale off, stop trying. You're hurting yourself.
"Miss Creighton? Please, I need to deliver this contract."
"... Contract......"
[/size]The annoying sounds of a voice outside the door slowly drift around in her room like the wafting scent of that glad plug in bullshit everyone buys for Christmas cause they whack off to much in their rooms and it creates a permanent smell. GCW Tower, Lilith was TRYING to get some fucking sleep in her little suite. Room, what the fuck ever you want to call it. I'm sure if I said suite someone would run to the staff and bitch I got 'favoritism' by having a better FAKE room then their FAKE rooms.
Moving on.
Her eyes open slowly, getting hit by the oh so not fucking fun in the morning rays of Sun softly trying to bust through the curtains. She grunts, rolls over and tries to pull the cover up over her head. Light problem fixed.
"Miss Creighton? Are you in there?"
Sound problem growing. She opens her eyes again, under the protection of her comfy fucking blanket. Sons of.... she closes her eyes again, squeezing them shut tightly. Hoping, praying.... if God loves her at all to-
"Hello? Miss Creighton? Urgent delivery here for you."
.... Who didn't see THAT coming? Lilith groans out, obviously pissed. She tosses the blanket down and opens her eyes. Where's that fucking alarm clock... looking around in the immediate area you'd THINK IT'D BE, Lilith fails to locate said clock. She sits up in her bed slowly, stretching out before tossing the blanket the rest of the way it needed to be hurled before it was no longer touching her smooth... infamously pale skin. BTW, I'm the only bitch who can pull pale off, stop trying. You're hurting yourself.
"Miss Creighton? Please, I need to deliver this contract."
"... Contract......"
Lilith looks to the door and rubs her eyes softly. Contract? Guess Mandy is finally handing them out now huh? Or is it, Lilith's is just getting to her late because Mandy loves her oh so much. Bitch. She heads to the door, unlocks a couple of things and opens it up. Yawning slightly as she does.
"Contract huh?"
"Ah yes it's.... it's.. um...... Miss Creighton you uh......"
Lilith leans against the doorway slightly, rubbing her face in her hands to try and wake up a bit quicker. She yawns again before looking at the little delivery package boy. She notices he's somewhat staring at the lower half of her body. Lilith looks down before looking back up and rolling her eyes. She was still in her sleep wear. Bare foot, in a mesh thong and a high cut baby t-shirt.
"Yes, congrats. I'm not fully dressed, good for you. Give me my contract."
Lilith snatches the parcel from the idiot before slamming the door closed. She cracks her neck a bit and tosses the package onto the bed before heading into the kitchen. Fucking morons, all I'm gonna say. Opening up the fridge, Lilith instantly stares back at the bed... and the parcel. NOT opening it now would drive her insane. She grabs a small little bottle of beer before shutting the fridge door.... slowly, she walks over to the bed, grabs the parcel and heads into the front room. She slumps down onto the couch and turns the T.V. on before opening the parcel slowly, tossing the beige envelope aside. She channel surfs a bit before skimming slightly through it....
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"........."
Lilith's eyes narrow instantly. Her jaw clenches up as tightly wound as a virgin in his parents attic during prom night. Her fingers struggle not to shred through the amount of documents currently grasped in said fingers. She.... did...... WHAT?!?! Lilith's eyes widen as she stares, stares at the last amount of figures on the last page of - if not a joke, what could be the last contract she'd ever hold onto again.
".... She... is....
.... This.. no.....
......
SHE'S PAYING ME WHAT?!?"
Fifty Grand. That's, it. The starting contract price. For Lilith Creighton, was fifty thousand dollars. She had managed to pilfer nearly six or seven times that amount from Jonny's safe ALONE. THIS is how Amanda treats ACTUAL TALENT?! Part of Lilith thought it was amusing. If this is what she was getting paid the low level morons must be-...
Her eyes stop on a couple choice sentences. It seems.... everyone starts out, with the same paycheck.
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Lilith begins to twitch nearly violently. This was blasphemy, this was insanity. THIS IS NOT SPARTA!...
.... Wait..
......
Moving on.
She swallows hard before setting the contract down softly beside her on the couch. Clutching the cushion beneath her, Lilith shuts her eyes.... opens her mouth, and starts... to scream.
"YOU CHEAP FUCKING BASTARDS!!! I'M GONNA MAY YOU PAY FOR THIS AMANDA! SO HELP ME GOD YOU WILL RECOGNIZE ME!!!!!!!!
BASTARDS!!!!"
Ah... nah, still didn't feel better yet. Lilith gets up off of the couch and turns around abruptly, kicking the back rest of it with enough force it tips the couch over. Son of a BITCH! THIS, THIS is what she gives to someone who is the main LIVING reason she has any success WHATSOEVER?!?! Lilith twitches in rage as she looks at the fallen contract on the floor...
"... She's gonna pay......"[/size]
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