Madison: I don’t think I’m in Kansas anymore Toto

March 28, 2007

brought Madison around, as her eyes cracked open. The first thing that
hit her was the fact the lights were too bright – but then to both
Byron and Melissa, that would be because her pupils were unnaturally
large and her eyes unfocusing.

“My head” she managed to mumble, though her tounge seemed too large
for her mouth, or maybe her head was too small. Everything sounded
wrong from her ears, and her head felt like it was a Halloween Pumpkin,
scooped from the inside out.

She made no response to her name – or in fact no indication that
she recognized it in the first instance. Instead, her eyelids fluttered
back closed.


The Ambulance had made it very clear to Melissa and Byron that it
would be at least several hours before the roads were cleared, and in
that case, that the ambulances would be dealing then with those that
were more severely injured – hypothermia, frostbite, car accidents, and
whatnot that always arose with the blizzard-like conditions that raged
on outside thier window.

The advice was that which Melissa was following, but the dispatch
operator did not wish to give them false hopes – that the earliest an
ambulance would be arriving would be probably 6-8 hours, depending on
the backlog, but that she’d get a doctor to call to the house every
hour or so to see what was happening.

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Passing in, passing out & going under!

March 15, 2007

Madison was over the moon

Not only was she going to get into a snowball fight with Byron and her newfound friend Melissa but it was going to be a ferocious fight.

They’d agreed to the rules beforehand – a ten-minute build time, everyone got a bucket, a shovel, and no hard-packing the snowballs. They had to propperly “splat” on hit.

Madison was one step ahead of them, and used the shovel to create a fortress to which she could duck behind and not get splatted by – which would be handy, and then started quickly making as much ammunition as she could lay her hands on, grinning like a maniac during the process.

Soon the 10 minutes were up and everyone gave the signal, and drilling a tiny peep-hole in her fortress she then spied where Byron was, and lobbed the snowball in an arc – splatting him neatly and drawing “first blood”

Upon retrieving another snowball however she hit an unseen patch of ice, which only served to become even more slippery under the soft snow, and she landed – hard, and at a completely wrong angle.

Her head hit the ground first

Then her body followed.. but by that time she was out cold.

Madison couldn’t see anything, which was good because there was a fair bit of blood from a small cut on the back of her head…

Madison Daniels: One hand over her mouth

February 28, 2007

Madison giggled as she stood up fully, brushing her clothing off and looking over at Melissa, struggling to keep the breaths from escaping by clapping a hand over her mouth.

“Oh god. The look on his face. Priceless.” She stripped off her jacket and gave Byron a big hug, to show no offense was meant. “Sorry, but we just felt we had to do that.”

Turning to Melissa “let me help you with that cocoa. Maybe we can play scrabble afterwards? Or what about a game of Risk or Monopoly?” She queried, suddenly a lot more relaxed about their being stuck together. In fact, she wasn’t jealous of Melissa and Byron anymore… Just the opposite, she decided on a clever plan to fix the two of them up together.. that would hopefully work, with a little bit of help from her design team, and Madison of course.. But for the moment, she’d have to start putting the wheels into motion.

“Why don’t you two gather stuff so we can make a snowman, whilst I
go have a quick shower to clean up?” She questioned, hopefully innocently enough.

Madison: Blow my brains away!

February 23, 2007

Madison had her eyes closed, but she risked a slight peek now and again when she knew that Byron’s back was turned to her. It took all of her self-control to listen and not laugh as Byron jumped to the illogical conclusion, and in the back of her mind, Madison figured that Byron would not be too quick watch another horror movie after that.

Then she heard the poisoned cocoa twist.


Simply perfect. That would get Byron freaked out beyond anything. Psychosomatic disorder. And sure enough, before she could say “I told you so” he was moaning and blowing out a bunch of hot air, convinced he was dying.

It was then that Madison stirred, during Melissa’s revelation.

”Braaaaaains” she managed to moan in a low, raspy voice, sounding not unlike a deep-throat adult phoneline caller. “Braaaaains” Madison moaned again as she managed to clumsily get to her feet, keeping her head bent at an awkward angle, so it looked like her neck was broken, as she stared ahead vacantly at Byron, trying to portray a Zombie.

Madison and Melissa: Revenge of the girls…

February 16, 2007

Melissa Moved around the corner and saw the last of Byron rusing off and sighed as she raked a hand through her hair and shook her head a little. He was absolutely, positively looney tunes sometimes, but what was she going to do about it.

It truly hadn’t been “The Time” as she thought it was and now she was going to pay dearly for it. She got the second cup of cocoa and sat down at the kitchen table as she sipped it silently.

Madison had fumed all the way up the stairs. MEN! How dare he speak to her like that. How dare he! Who was he? A hypocrite.. Stepping hesitantly into the kitchen and knocked on the door jam. “Hey. I owe you an apology.. I was aweful to you.. horrid even..”

Melissa startled just a little and looked up to her. “It escalated far too quickly. I never meant to be… we sort of… got off on the wrong foot and I do apologize for that. But did you… want some cocoa?” she said as she stood and moved to get some for her. “It’ll warm you up properly in no time.”

She smiled over at Madison for a moment and shrugged a little. “Under different circumstances, we probably would have hit it off right away… but with him… nothing is ever easy, is it?” she pointed out gently as she held out the mug to her. “I wanted to be a model for a long time, and just could never get my foot in the door. It’s the same now with my acting.”

Madison listened to what Melissa said and nodded. “Cocoa is good, yes, please, thank you.” As the chocolate was prepared, Madison pondered thoughtfully. “Look. I am serious about that makeover for you – except.. I can call in a few favors. I owe you that much, and get a proper photographer photograph you – develop a modeling portfolio, which I can then distribute to MY people – all of which I’m sure will give you more then a foot in the door.” She stated calmly. “And acting? You can do a test reel – we could make you into a feature if you’d like – how to be a model.. and succeed.” She added with a twinkle. “You’ve got great bone structure, a great voice, and personality. You just have to be a bit more.. assertive.”

“Assertive is the one thing I’m very… not.” she said softly. “In a way, that’s how I ended up here… Byron is very… particular. He knows exactly how he wants things done so I just do them.” she pointed out as she took another sip. “And now I’ve ruined our friendship over a poorly timed comment.”

“He really does care for you.” She offered gently. “And to your earlier question… about two weeks. That’s how long a storm has been brewing. I’m quite sure that he wasn’t counting on me being in the picture as well but… I’m… you won’t even notice I’m here if you don’t want me to be.” she pointed out with a shrug.

Madison shook her head. “If its one thing I know – it’s Byron. he’ll fume, and then he’ll get over it. You needn’t worry about that. He has a bit of an ego, and an active imagination – writers need this of course” She added with a shrug. “But.. I don’t care if he cares for me Melissa” She shook her head, and looked at the girl with surprise. “Really? Two weeks. That RAT! He told me only the day before that it was all sunny skies.” She glowered. “I’m not a happy chappy – but not at you mind, but that he had the cheek to do this. And I don’t want you to be unnoticeable. I’d rather pay attention to you and ignore Byron. Too bad there isn’t a way to get my own back at him for this” She grumbled unhappily

“It was, honestly. We knew we were going to get hit fast and really hard.”

It was then that the lights took a moment and flickered a little. She looked up and sighed as she moved to bring the candles closer to her.

But at that, Melissa paused and smiled a little. “How… much would you like to make that a reality?” she pointed out as she moved past Madison and picked up the DVD that Byron had been looking at before he ran off.

Madison scowled, but not at Melissa. “Thats just wrong – if he knew, and deliberately stranded me. What did he think- that I’d become some sort of worshipful person or something? No. I’ve changed a lot.. and he seems to keep me in this box.. this person that I was many years ago.. but I’m not.” Then what Melissa said gave her a moment to pause “really? To get even with Byron over this? I’d love to. Tell me exactly what I have to do…” a slow, almost malevolent smile spread across her face.

“He wanted a chance to be with you… at any cost.” she explained gently. “But um… if you’re still wanting to get back at him…” she trailed off and held up the DVD and smirked as she looked over at Madison and proceeded to tell her the ending of the movie and suggested they could at least make it look like it had happened… with that, she moved over to the refrigerator and pulled out the bottle of ketchup.

Madison tried not to laugh. “Ketchup is good, but you need to add something to it, to make it slightly brown – like the blood is drying, but something not too strong smelling – or the gig will be up!” She added as she proceeded to get into a position – somewhat awkward. “apply the ketchup liberally. I’ve got one hell of a screaming voice – I can easily best those wimps on the movies

Melissa took one of the matches she was going to use to light the candles and drew it around the edges of the applied ketchup to give it the brown effect. It was extinguished soon after to give it the chance to dissipate in the air before she applied a generous amount to the butcher’s knife she left within range of Madison, then before moving out of sight, she gave her the signal to start screaming before she began tipping chairs over.

Madison took a deep breath and began screaming “Melissa! STOP! Help! No! No! Not the KNIFE! Please.. please! You can HAVE him! You can have Byron – just.. let me go! I won’t tell anyone! I promise! OH MY GOD! HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP ME! HEEEEE-“

Then she cut off in mid-scream, made a sort of gurgling sound as if she were dying, and winked at Melissa before putting her head down.

Madison, Madison.. wherefore art thou Madison?

February 9, 2007

Madison sputtered and looked at her rival with slitted eyes.
“THAT magazine is nothing but cheap end tack. They don’t even propperly cover the different fashion houses; D&G, Prada, or Gucci. They focus on more.. cheap stuff. Imitation” She practically sneered, watching Melissa retreat into her shell once more, her eyebrow raised, distinctly not impressed. “And what do you suggest we do in the meantime? Play happy familys? Pretend like everything is perfect? Well it’s not! I’m stuck ~here~ rather then be in the Ritz.”

She swung around and looked at Byron

“And I bet anything that he had a hand in this.. trapping me here. Melissa; how long ago did the weather forcast over here call for snow?” She asked, her voice sachrine sweet. “Was it predicting a blizzard say, yesterday? The day before? the day before? Hmm?”

Her eyes met Byrons as she waited patiently for the answer, or for him to confess his sins.

Her hand went to her hip, and she even went as far as to tap a toe on the ground, impatiently waiting for an answer.

“Well Melissa?”

Queer eye for the Straight Guy & Fashion Faux Pas

January 29, 2007

was agape.

”You would consider a makeover?!” She questioned again, when
that.. that shrew stepped in. “Actually” Madison found herself responding “I
know the perfect lifestyle crew to make you over; the Queer eye for the Straight
Guy team.” She added with a flourish. “Every woman admires a home-team male’s
taste in designer goods, hairstyles, clothing, grooming, culture, the whole
works. In fact, consistently, gay men seem to have much better appearances and
lifestyles that are attractive to females then straight.” She gestured to the
bunker behind her. “It would make a fantastic magazine piece, and of course
you’d be getting designer goods, entirely for free. I’d reckon, for a magazine
and television deal, hmm, I’m sure I can raise easily $500,000. How does that
sound? Cool on a budget.” She added with a smirk.

Then of course ~she~
had to step in.

”Actually darling, the watch is a fashion faux pas. It’s
ugly. And everyone knows that mobile phones can be discreetly tucked away into a
luxury purse. However, the watch is ugly, ear buds and all. The company actually
withdrew several of their lines after my magazine’s review of it. So, barring
that bit of grunge, the next  best
thing IS their last year’s model. And that, is what is.” She flicked her hair

”But of course I’m sure you don’t read my magazine.” She
glanced up and down the poor girl meaningfully. “Would ~you~ like a
complimentary makeover as well? I’m sure we could even do a matching feature.
Make you over, and make Byron over. A him vs her makeover.” She added with a
rather shark-like grin. “You see darling, I am one of the biggest voices in the
fashion industry. I snap my fingers, and it happens. I can be your faerie
godmother. Would you like that? Couture Versace? No problem.” She added with a
sly grin. “It’s the chance to be princess and be dressed up in every beautiful
frock imaginable – and be able to keep it afterwards.”

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