September 16, 2011
"...And in other news, guitarist for the Bad Good girls, Ivanna Gouss, has passed away," said a TV reporter on channel 6, "She lost her life after being shot from a fatal gunshot wound by one Miss Cantina Fluron. The culprit claimed she intended to become famous by killing the Bad Good Girls and make headlines. The court determined that Cantina Fluron is mentally unstable and was not in a proper state of mind at the time. She was experiencing a vivid hallucination that caused her to be unaware of her actions and surroundings. Her sentence was life in a mental asylum effective today."
"ARGH!" Larissa yelled and threw her knife into the wall behind her TV, tears streaming down her face, "That damn little jerk took Ivanna away from us, mon! She should just be dead!"
"Larissa, I know how much pain you're in. She was my best friend t-" Gisella was cut short by Larissa stabbing her wall with her knife.
"It's not fair, mon! Why!?" Larissa cried and yelled more, slding down the wall onto her knees. She held her face into her hands and cried more. Gisella walked over and wrapped her arms around Larissa to comfort her friend. Larissa pushed her off and grabbed her knife. She held it near her wrist when Gisella slapped it away from her.
"Larissa!" Gisella reared back and slapped her friend across the face. "Get. A. Grip!" Gisella picked up Larissa's knife and held it close. "You are clearly not alright!" Larissa's eyes teared up even more and she cried even harder. She ran over onto her couch and cried into her pillow, ashamed now to even look at Gisella. Gisella sighed and walked over to Larissa, setting Larissa's knife on a nearby coffee table. "Larissa, believe me, I know you're hurting, but hurting yourself even worse isn't going to help."
"If you're hurting, then why aren't you even crying, mon?" Larissa asked, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow, "I haven't seen you cry since Ivanna got killed!"
"That's because I haven't let you see me cry," Gisella explained. Larissa sat up and looked at her friend. Gisella's hair gently flowed over her face, covering her eyes from Larissa. A tear rolled down Gisella's right cheek, away from Larissa. "When I lost my grandfather, I felt like I lost almost all of me. My parents and I were and are so distant from each other that they barely feel like family. My grandfather was the only person who I truly felt like was family. It still hurts to think about him at times. I know what it's like to lose someone close to you, Larissa. I'm hurting too, alright? You aren't alone in this."
Larissa sniffled and wiped her tears away. "I... I need to be alone right now, mon."
"Promise me you aren't going to hurt yourself," Gisella demanded and Larissa looked at her, tears still welling up her eyes.
"I promise, mon."
September 20, 2011
A girl sipped down a glass of Caribbean Splash, her golden blonde hair flowing gently down to her shoulders. Larissa was very quiet as she cleaned up her grill, barely even making any noise with her knife.
"You didn't come to the funeral," the woman said, looking down at her glass.
Larissa stopped and held her hands on the edge of the grill. "I couldn't force myself to see Ivanna dead, mon." A tear rolled down Larissa's cheeks, but she quickly wiped it away. "How was it?"
"Like any other funeral, sad," the woman replied, drinking more Caribbean Splash, "I'm still surprised you didn't go."
"No one wants to watch me have an emotional breakdown, mon."
The woman nodded and drank more of her drink. "I know the death of my sister really hit you hard, Larissa. She talked a lot about you, like how your cooking has gotten even more perfect, the band was going good, ho-"
"STOP STOP STOP, MON!" Larissa exclaimed, tears streaming down her face, "Are you trying to make me feel even worse, Isabella!?"
Isabella paused, then grew quieter, "No, I'm sorry," she stammered. She nervously pulled her hair back behind her ears and drank more of her drink.
Larissa breathed heavily and kept staring at her grill. "No, I'm sorry, mon. I shouldn't be taking this out on you. It ain't right of me."
"It's okay, Larissa," Isabella said, setting her glass down on the counter, "I just can't believe she's gone, and taken by some mentally unstable lunatic. She deserved a proper death, at least."
The two of them waited in silence, until the bell near the door rang. Approaching the two of them was a woman with beautiful burnt umber hair. She wore an orange soccer jersey with the number 26 on the front of it. On top of that, she wore a cerulean blue custom made jacket, the only one to ever exist and ever would exist. She took a seat next to Isabella and asked for a glass of virgin Caribbean Splash.
"Gisella!" Larissa exclaimed, "What are you doing with Ivanna's jacket?"
Gisella drank some of her Caribbean Splash before answering, "Ivanna wanted me to have it in the event that she died."
"What?" Larissa exclaimed in surprise
"It was in her will. The reading was a half an hour ago."
"Did she say anything about me?" Larissa nervously pushed her fingers together.
"Ivanna wanted you to have her car and her house, along with everything in it," Gisella said, sipping more of her drink, "She said in her will that she didn't want you to see her things and think of her loss, but instead, to think fondly of the past memories that you two had together." Larissa looked down at her grill and gripped her knife tightly. "She also said that if she died in the middle of a project, that she would want us to see it all the way through until the end."
The three of them sat in silence until Larissa finally spoke up. She gripped her knife tighter and looked at Gisella with passion in her eyes, saying "Then, we better not disappoint her, mon."
September 28, 2011
"...And finally finished this essay," Gisella said to herself quietly, so as not to disturb anyone else in the library. The sun had long since set and the weather outside had grown cold. To make matters worse, a storm had started up a few minutes ago and it was pouring down rain. Gisella sighed and printed out her essay. The library was quiet as Gisella could only hear the rustling of papers from the librarian's desk. She retrieved her essay and tucked into an inner pocket inside Ivanna's jacket.
"Have a safe trip home," the librarian said to her as Gisella left.
"Thank you, and the same to you," Gisella replied. She held Ivanna's jacket over her head to shield herself and her essay from the rain. Thunder roared through the skies as lighting illuminated the night skies. Gisella recoiled a bit every time the lightning struck due to her fear of lightning.
Of course, tonight of all nights, it just had to be rain storm. Ugh, this paper's due tomorrow and my printer's out of ink. I hate this so muuuuuuuccccchhhh!!!
Gisella slipped in a puddle and fell onto her rear. She winced in pain as her left hand scraped across the sidewalk. Her bad leg felt weak, but she struggled and forced herself to get up. She continued to limp for another few feet, but her bad leg gave out and she collapsed on the ground. Gisella groaned, and struggled again to get up, barely managing. She looked around for a place to rest and wait out the storm. The only building nearby was the large inside court used for basketball or volleyball games. Gisella limped her way inside and collapsed into a heap on the ground. She panted heavily and looked around.
The gym was fairly large with all glossy wood floors. Paint lines for boundaries on the court were drawn on with pristine accuracy. Two basket ball hoops hung from the ceiling on either side of the court. Large black bleachers sat on the sides of the court, watching over the court itself. The central lights were all off, however, there was a light coming from the girls' locker room. Gisella could faintly hear music playing emanating from there and slowly limped towards the souce of the music. She peered into the locker room and was surprised at what she saw.
Sitting on one of the benches was none other that the girl she knew with the light cherry blonde hair. Rosa had a music stand in front on her and resting on her knees was a neatly polished electric blue guitar. Behind her was a small amp that was plugged into the guitar. Rosa strummed some chords from the sheet music she was reading, but Gisella couldn't identify it. As if striken by every bad luck possible today, Gisella's bad leg gave out on her again and she slumped to the ground. Rosa turned and Gisella quickly scampered backwards.
"Who's there?" Rosa asked, holding her bass guitar upside down by the neck. She cautiously peered out into the abandoned gym and looked around, not seeing anyone. Gisella hid in a dark section covered by the bleachers, Ivanna's jacket aiding in blending into the darkness. Rosa shrugged and went back to playing her bass guitar. Gisella, as quietly as possible, limped her way out of the gym and headed back home.
October 1, 2011
"You want to do what, mon!?" Larissa exclaimed, clenching her knife in her hand, "I'd rather be fed to a sugarcane snake!"
"Okay, I've know you for years, and I've never understood why you use all these sugarcane snake references," Isabella said, moving a box labelled "Ivanna's Music Equipment" into basement.
"Look, anyways, I heard what she can do, Larissa," Gisella said, "Rosa can really play."
"I don't care if she's the founder of music herself, mon! That princess ain't being part of this band!" Larissa shouted.
"Larissa, Ivanna wants us to see this project all the way through," Gisella explained, "But just the two of us can't possibly win this by ourselves. We can't make diverse enough music with just drums and a bass guitar."
"Believe me, I would," Isabella said, returning from the basement, "However, Ivanna got all the musical talent in the family. I can't play anything."
"Thanks for the offer, Isabella," Gisella said and Isabella nodded in return.
"I am not having that princess into this band of ours, mon," Larissa said, walking off to grab another box, "That is final!"
Gisella sighed and went to get a box as well. She knew it would take more to be able to convince Larissa to have more of an open mind. For now, her mind was focused on moving some of Ivanna's stuff to the basement. She grabbed a box that was labeled "Shirts" and started to bring them down tothe basement. Isabella was upstairs, putting some of Ivanna's trinkets into boxes. "I'm glad you'll be living here, Isabella. I don't think Larissa could have dealt with having this house by herself," Gisella whispered to Isabella.
Isabella smiled and nodded. "I understand that it could be very painful for Larissa to be here, but I also can't have our parent's place go to ruin because Larissa won't come in to clean up and keep things tidy." Isabella set a box down in the basement and Gisella put her next to Isabella's. "Besides, it's still under Larissa's name. I'll just be popping in now and then to keep things up and stuff."
"Thanks. I know how much this must all mean to you and Larissa both. You two were always closer to Ivanna than I was," Gisella stated, walking back upstairs.
"That's not really your fault," Isabella said, sitting down on a couch, "You just didn't know Ivanna as long as Larissa or I have. Granted, it be a bit hard to know Ivanna more than I have, but you get what I mean." Gisella nodded and sighed.
"Things are definitely changing around here."
October 7, 2011
"...Sailing on the Blue Fall Winds," Gisella sang into the camera, trying to hold back any tears that are fighting their way through. She let the chords play out on her bass guitar until she stopped them with her right palm. "This song was dedicated to our late and great friend and band member, Ivanna Gouss. We won't forget you." Larissa finished drumming the beat and silence overtook both of them for few moments before Isabella broke the silence.
"Alright, that's a wrap," Isabella said, taking a computer cord to the camera and beginning to upload to the Battle of the Bands website.
"Thanks for filming for us. I really appreciate it," Gisella said, setting her bass guitar down on a guitar stand.
"Oh, it's no problem. Nothing's really going on right now with my businesses, so I have quite a bit of free time," Isabella explained.
"What's the newest project you're working on, mon?" Larissa asked, twirling her drum sticks in her fingers.
"Right now, we're trying to increase how effectively and efficiently prostetics work for people," Isabella explained. Gisella looked down at her own leg and rub her leg brace. She sighed and turned back to Isabella. "Don't you worry, Gisella. We're going to find some way for you to be able to play soccer again."
Isabella owned a medical company that worked internationally to deal with major health issues, such as a pandemic outbreak or a large number of people in need of a medical aid after a disaster. They called themselves I-AID. They've managed to help thousands of people, perhaps even millions. They were often on the cutting edge of medical research, but even they fell short in certain catergories.
"Right now, one of our exquisite patients, who goes by the name of Axel, is undergoing surgery to enhance his current prostetics. Not clue on how it will turn out, but hopefully everything goes as planned," Isabella said, checking her phone to make sure no one contacted her.
"So, who are we against in this round, mon?" Larissa asked, still twirling her drumsticks.
"Looks like some sort of acapella group called Vocal Toads."
"And the strange band names continue, mon."
"Seems that their song for this round, 'Fallen Beats', has gotten quite the number of votes. I hope that 'Blue Fall Winds' can pull through and win," Isabella said, finishing the upload.
"Me too," Gisella said. She turned to Larissa and wondered how she was going to convince her friend otherwise about letting Rosa join.
October 13, 2011
"Ah, nothing like a good ol' fashioned Caribbean Splash to sooth the wind pipes," Tyrell said, drinking down a glass of Caribbean Splash.
"I ain't happy about this, mon. I'm only doing this because it's my job," Larissa said, reluctantly filling up another glass.
"Lighten up, Larissa," said Juni, "Just how long can you hold a grudge? It wasn't even you who was wronged."
Larissa slammed her knife on the grill, causing Juni to recoil. "Wanna find out just how long, mon?"
"No ma'am," Juni said, readjusting herself on her stool.
"Hey now, don't take things out on her," Tyrell said defensively.
Larissa turned to Tyrell and stabbed the counter with her knife. "What's the matter, mon? She your new piece of arm candy?"
"What? Her? As if I-" Tyrell said, but he quickly shut his mouth when Chen stared at him.
"That's right, you little weasel, mon. You better keep quiet," Larissa said, chopping up some fresh meat.
"So, Tyrell," Juni said, "I hear your new song is quite the hit."
"Yeah, it's been number two for quite some time now. The Dead Rights are quite the hit with the ladies." Tyrell said.
"The Dead Rights, mon?" Larissa asked.
"That would be Tyrell and Chen's band," Juni said, "Who's or what's number one?"
"Some song called 'Dancing on a Handful of Sunshine' by some group called the Bad Good Girls," Tyrell said, drinking some more Caribbean Splash. Larissa nearly choked on spit at the surprised and started coughing. "Larissa, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, but even if I wasn't, I wouldn't take your help, mon," Larissa said, beating her chest to calm her lungs.
Tyrell shrugged and sat back down on his stool. "Hey, I'm trying to be nice her-"
"Well, I don't need you, or your little backstabbing way here, mon," Larissa said, slamming her knife on the grill. Juni recoiled in fear, but quickly readjusted herself back on her stool.
"Would you quit it with that knife?" Juni asked, trembling a bit.
"And what the hell are you gonna do about it, mon?"
"..." Larissa swung her knife in an attempt to stab the counter in front of Juni, but she was stopped. Chen had grabbed ahold of her wrist and wasn't letting go. Larissa struggled, but Chen's grip was too much. Chen finally released his grip and Larissa recoiled. She grunted and went back to cooking.
"Thanks brother," Juni said.
"...And in other news, guitarist for the Bad Good girls, Ivanna Gouss, has passed away," said a TV reporter on channel 6, "She lost her life after being shot from a fatal gunshot wound by one Miss Cantina Fluron. The culprit claimed she intended to become famous by killing the Bad Good Girls and make headlines. The court determined that Cantina Fluron is mentally unstable and was not in a proper state of mind at the time. She was experiencing a vivid hallucination that caused her to be unaware of her actions and surroundings. Her sentence was life in a mental asylum effective today."
"ARGH!" Larissa yelled and threw her knife into the wall behind her TV, tears streaming down her face, "That damn little jerk took Ivanna away from us, mon! She should just be dead!"
"Larissa, I know how much pain you're in. She was my best friend t-" Gisella was cut short by Larissa stabbing her wall with her knife.
"It's not fair, mon! Why!?" Larissa cried and yelled more, slding down the wall onto her knees. She held her face into her hands and cried more. Gisella walked over and wrapped her arms around Larissa to comfort her friend. Larissa pushed her off and grabbed her knife. She held it near her wrist when Gisella slapped it away from her.
"Larissa!" Gisella reared back and slapped her friend across the face. "Get. A. Grip!" Gisella picked up Larissa's knife and held it close. "You are clearly not alright!" Larissa's eyes teared up even more and she cried even harder. She ran over onto her couch and cried into her pillow, ashamed now to even look at Gisella. Gisella sighed and walked over to Larissa, setting Larissa's knife on a nearby coffee table. "Larissa, believe me, I know you're hurting, but hurting yourself even worse isn't going to help."
"If you're hurting, then why aren't you even crying, mon?" Larissa asked, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow, "I haven't seen you cry since Ivanna got killed!"
"That's because I haven't let you see me cry," Gisella explained. Larissa sat up and looked at her friend. Gisella's hair gently flowed over her face, covering her eyes from Larissa. A tear rolled down Gisella's right cheek, away from Larissa. "When I lost my grandfather, I felt like I lost almost all of me. My parents and I were and are so distant from each other that they barely feel like family. My grandfather was the only person who I truly felt like was family. It still hurts to think about him at times. I know what it's like to lose someone close to you, Larissa. I'm hurting too, alright? You aren't alone in this."
Larissa sniffled and wiped her tears away. "I... I need to be alone right now, mon."
"Promise me you aren't going to hurt yourself," Gisella demanded and Larissa looked at her, tears still welling up her eyes.
"I promise, mon."
September 20, 2011
A girl sipped down a glass of Caribbean Splash, her golden blonde hair flowing gently down to her shoulders. Larissa was very quiet as she cleaned up her grill, barely even making any noise with her knife.
"You didn't come to the funeral," the woman said, looking down at her glass.
Larissa stopped and held her hands on the edge of the grill. "I couldn't force myself to see Ivanna dead, mon." A tear rolled down Larissa's cheeks, but she quickly wiped it away. "How was it?"
"Like any other funeral, sad," the woman replied, drinking more Caribbean Splash, "I'm still surprised you didn't go."
"No one wants to watch me have an emotional breakdown, mon."
The woman nodded and drank more of her drink. "I know the death of my sister really hit you hard, Larissa. She talked a lot about you, like how your cooking has gotten even more perfect, the band was going good, ho-"
"STOP STOP STOP, MON!" Larissa exclaimed, tears streaming down her face, "Are you trying to make me feel even worse, Isabella!?"
Isabella paused, then grew quieter, "No, I'm sorry," she stammered. She nervously pulled her hair back behind her ears and drank more of her drink.
Larissa breathed heavily and kept staring at her grill. "No, I'm sorry, mon. I shouldn't be taking this out on you. It ain't right of me."
"It's okay, Larissa," Isabella said, setting her glass down on the counter, "I just can't believe she's gone, and taken by some mentally unstable lunatic. She deserved a proper death, at least."
The two of them waited in silence, until the bell near the door rang. Approaching the two of them was a woman with beautiful burnt umber hair. She wore an orange soccer jersey with the number 26 on the front of it. On top of that, she wore a cerulean blue custom made jacket, the only one to ever exist and ever would exist. She took a seat next to Isabella and asked for a glass of virgin Caribbean Splash.
"Gisella!" Larissa exclaimed, "What are you doing with Ivanna's jacket?"
Gisella drank some of her Caribbean Splash before answering, "Ivanna wanted me to have it in the event that she died."
"What?" Larissa exclaimed in surprise
"It was in her will. The reading was a half an hour ago."
"Did she say anything about me?" Larissa nervously pushed her fingers together.
"Ivanna wanted you to have her car and her house, along with everything in it," Gisella said, sipping more of her drink, "She said in her will that she didn't want you to see her things and think of her loss, but instead, to think fondly of the past memories that you two had together." Larissa looked down at her grill and gripped her knife tightly. "She also said that if she died in the middle of a project, that she would want us to see it all the way through until the end."
The three of them sat in silence until Larissa finally spoke up. She gripped her knife tighter and looked at Gisella with passion in her eyes, saying "Then, we better not disappoint her, mon."
September 28, 2011
"...And finally finished this essay," Gisella said to herself quietly, so as not to disturb anyone else in the library. The sun had long since set and the weather outside had grown cold. To make matters worse, a storm had started up a few minutes ago and it was pouring down rain. Gisella sighed and printed out her essay. The library was quiet as Gisella could only hear the rustling of papers from the librarian's desk. She retrieved her essay and tucked into an inner pocket inside Ivanna's jacket.
"Have a safe trip home," the librarian said to her as Gisella left.
"Thank you, and the same to you," Gisella replied. She held Ivanna's jacket over her head to shield herself and her essay from the rain. Thunder roared through the skies as lighting illuminated the night skies. Gisella recoiled a bit every time the lightning struck due to her fear of lightning.
Of course, tonight of all nights, it just had to be rain storm. Ugh, this paper's due tomorrow and my printer's out of ink. I hate this so muuuuuuuccccchhhh!!!
Gisella slipped in a puddle and fell onto her rear. She winced in pain as her left hand scraped across the sidewalk. Her bad leg felt weak, but she struggled and forced herself to get up. She continued to limp for another few feet, but her bad leg gave out and she collapsed on the ground. Gisella groaned, and struggled again to get up, barely managing. She looked around for a place to rest and wait out the storm. The only building nearby was the large inside court used for basketball or volleyball games. Gisella limped her way inside and collapsed into a heap on the ground. She panted heavily and looked around.
The gym was fairly large with all glossy wood floors. Paint lines for boundaries on the court were drawn on with pristine accuracy. Two basket ball hoops hung from the ceiling on either side of the court. Large black bleachers sat on the sides of the court, watching over the court itself. The central lights were all off, however, there was a light coming from the girls' locker room. Gisella could faintly hear music playing emanating from there and slowly limped towards the souce of the music. She peered into the locker room and was surprised at what she saw.
Sitting on one of the benches was none other that the girl she knew with the light cherry blonde hair. Rosa had a music stand in front on her and resting on her knees was a neatly polished electric blue guitar. Behind her was a small amp that was plugged into the guitar. Rosa strummed some chords from the sheet music she was reading, but Gisella couldn't identify it. As if striken by every bad luck possible today, Gisella's bad leg gave out on her again and she slumped to the ground. Rosa turned and Gisella quickly scampered backwards.
"Who's there?" Rosa asked, holding her bass guitar upside down by the neck. She cautiously peered out into the abandoned gym and looked around, not seeing anyone. Gisella hid in a dark section covered by the bleachers, Ivanna's jacket aiding in blending into the darkness. Rosa shrugged and went back to playing her bass guitar. Gisella, as quietly as possible, limped her way out of the gym and headed back home.
October 1, 2011
"You want to do what, mon!?" Larissa exclaimed, clenching her knife in her hand, "I'd rather be fed to a sugarcane snake!"
"Okay, I've know you for years, and I've never understood why you use all these sugarcane snake references," Isabella said, moving a box labelled "Ivanna's Music Equipment" into basement.
"Look, anyways, I heard what she can do, Larissa," Gisella said, "Rosa can really play."
"I don't care if she's the founder of music herself, mon! That princess ain't being part of this band!" Larissa shouted.
"Larissa, Ivanna wants us to see this project all the way through," Gisella explained, "But just the two of us can't possibly win this by ourselves. We can't make diverse enough music with just drums and a bass guitar."
"Believe me, I would," Isabella said, returning from the basement, "However, Ivanna got all the musical talent in the family. I can't play anything."
"Thanks for the offer, Isabella," Gisella said and Isabella nodded in return.
"I am not having that princess into this band of ours, mon," Larissa said, walking off to grab another box, "That is final!"
Gisella sighed and went to get a box as well. She knew it would take more to be able to convince Larissa to have more of an open mind. For now, her mind was focused on moving some of Ivanna's stuff to the basement. She grabbed a box that was labeled "Shirts" and started to bring them down tothe basement. Isabella was upstairs, putting some of Ivanna's trinkets into boxes. "I'm glad you'll be living here, Isabella. I don't think Larissa could have dealt with having this house by herself," Gisella whispered to Isabella.
Isabella smiled and nodded. "I understand that it could be very painful for Larissa to be here, but I also can't have our parent's place go to ruin because Larissa won't come in to clean up and keep things tidy." Isabella set a box down in the basement and Gisella put her next to Isabella's. "Besides, it's still under Larissa's name. I'll just be popping in now and then to keep things up and stuff."
"Thanks. I know how much this must all mean to you and Larissa both. You two were always closer to Ivanna than I was," Gisella stated, walking back upstairs.
"That's not really your fault," Isabella said, sitting down on a couch, "You just didn't know Ivanna as long as Larissa or I have. Granted, it be a bit hard to know Ivanna more than I have, but you get what I mean." Gisella nodded and sighed.
"Things are definitely changing around here."
October 7, 2011
"...Sailing on the Blue Fall Winds," Gisella sang into the camera, trying to hold back any tears that are fighting their way through. She let the chords play out on her bass guitar until she stopped them with her right palm. "This song was dedicated to our late and great friend and band member, Ivanna Gouss. We won't forget you." Larissa finished drumming the beat and silence overtook both of them for few moments before Isabella broke the silence.
"Alright, that's a wrap," Isabella said, taking a computer cord to the camera and beginning to upload to the Battle of the Bands website.
"Thanks for filming for us. I really appreciate it," Gisella said, setting her bass guitar down on a guitar stand.
"Oh, it's no problem. Nothing's really going on right now with my businesses, so I have quite a bit of free time," Isabella explained.
"What's the newest project you're working on, mon?" Larissa asked, twirling her drum sticks in her fingers.
"Right now, we're trying to increase how effectively and efficiently prostetics work for people," Isabella explained. Gisella looked down at her own leg and rub her leg brace. She sighed and turned back to Isabella. "Don't you worry, Gisella. We're going to find some way for you to be able to play soccer again."
Isabella owned a medical company that worked internationally to deal with major health issues, such as a pandemic outbreak or a large number of people in need of a medical aid after a disaster. They called themselves I-AID. They've managed to help thousands of people, perhaps even millions. They were often on the cutting edge of medical research, but even they fell short in certain catergories.
"Right now, one of our exquisite patients, who goes by the name of Axel, is undergoing surgery to enhance his current prostetics. Not clue on how it will turn out, but hopefully everything goes as planned," Isabella said, checking her phone to make sure no one contacted her.
"So, who are we against in this round, mon?" Larissa asked, still twirling her drumsticks.
"Looks like some sort of acapella group called Vocal Toads."
"And the strange band names continue, mon."
"Seems that their song for this round, 'Fallen Beats', has gotten quite the number of votes. I hope that 'Blue Fall Winds' can pull through and win," Isabella said, finishing the upload.
"Me too," Gisella said. She turned to Larissa and wondered how she was going to convince her friend otherwise about letting Rosa join.
October 13, 2011
"Ah, nothing like a good ol' fashioned Caribbean Splash to sooth the wind pipes," Tyrell said, drinking down a glass of Caribbean Splash.
"I ain't happy about this, mon. I'm only doing this because it's my job," Larissa said, reluctantly filling up another glass.
"Lighten up, Larissa," said Juni, "Just how long can you hold a grudge? It wasn't even you who was wronged."
Larissa slammed her knife on the grill, causing Juni to recoil. "Wanna find out just how long, mon?"
"No ma'am," Juni said, readjusting herself on her stool.
"Hey now, don't take things out on her," Tyrell said defensively.
Larissa turned to Tyrell and stabbed the counter with her knife. "What's the matter, mon? She your new piece of arm candy?"
"What? Her? As if I-" Tyrell said, but he quickly shut his mouth when Chen stared at him.
"That's right, you little weasel, mon. You better keep quiet," Larissa said, chopping up some fresh meat.
"So, Tyrell," Juni said, "I hear your new song is quite the hit."
"Yeah, it's been number two for quite some time now. The Dead Rights are quite the hit with the ladies." Tyrell said.
"The Dead Rights, mon?" Larissa asked.
"That would be Tyrell and Chen's band," Juni said, "Who's or what's number one?"
"Some song called 'Dancing on a Handful of Sunshine' by some group called the Bad Good Girls," Tyrell said, drinking some more Caribbean Splash. Larissa nearly choked on spit at the surprised and started coughing. "Larissa, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, but even if I wasn't, I wouldn't take your help, mon," Larissa said, beating her chest to calm her lungs.
Tyrell shrugged and sat back down on his stool. "Hey, I'm trying to be nice her-"
"Well, I don't need you, or your little backstabbing way here, mon," Larissa said, slamming her knife on the grill. Juni recoiled in fear, but quickly readjusted herself back on her stool.
"Would you quit it with that knife?" Juni asked, trembling a bit.
"And what the hell are you gonna do about it, mon?"
"..." Larissa swung her knife in an attempt to stab the counter in front of Juni, but she was stopped. Chen had grabbed ahold of her wrist and wasn't letting go. Larissa struggled, but Chen's grip was too much. Chen finally released his grip and Larissa recoiled. She grunted and went back to cooking.
"Thanks brother," Juni said.