Post by Fiona McFly on Oct 27, 2017 15:18:32 GMT
CHAPTER 6
"In Which Fiona Dances with the Wolves - Part I"
27 October 2017 + 2300 GMT
We find Fiona McFly behind the wheel of her husband Jack Gaither's early-1970s Chevy Vega, driving through the streets of Arlington and towards their house after going to a Waxahachie movie theater to see the current adaptation of Stephen King's 1986 horror novel It. It was a rare "movie night" for the couple, but on this star-filled, chilly Friday, they couldn't pass up the chance to spend time together when they had it.
Oh, Jack loved movies of all genres; yet horror was his favorite. On the other hand, Fiona wasn't into the genre in question, often preferring to watch crime drimas. All in all, it was a good night out for the couple, even if they did get a good jolt from the well-reviewed supernatural horror film.
JACK GAITHER:
I told ya, didn't I? I told ya It was a gonna be a good flick.
FIONA MCFLY:
Aye, you did. Funny thing is, I really wasn't into the horror genre before watching it.
Fiona flashed a smile as she kept both hands on the steering wheel. Overall, it was a very good day--which began with the removal of the cast from her left hand and, more importantly, getting over a nasty bug which had been afflicting her in recent days.
FIONA:
Hrmmm...I wonder what would be a good scary movie?
JACK:
Oh, ya want a GOOD scary flick?! Try watchin' the original Nightmare on Elm Street and NOT the 2010 remake. To me, there is only ONE Freddy Krueger, and Robert Englund nailed that part.
Jack started chuckling with glee, and Fiona knew it right away that he was going to prepare some sort of scare tactic, just in time for Halloween. He slowly raised up his left hand in a claw-like fashion, mimicking the iconic villian's infamous glove...
JACK:
(in Freddy Krueger voice)
"HAA!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!"
...and placed it firmly on his wife's shoulder. Fiona squealed with laughter--moreso at her husband's TERRIBLE impersonation of Krueger. Jack, from the very start, realised that the joke wasn't gonna work and started laughing as well. Yet the fun and games were short-lived as Fiona's iPhone began ringing; she pressed a button on the car phone's modern-age docking station, putting the caller on speakers.
FIONA:
Hello?
SAM DAWKINS:
(voice)
Howdy Miss Fiona! Is there any way y'all can do me a big favor?
Fiona and Jack nodded at the voice of their down-the-street neighbour.
FIONA:
Sure, what's wrong?
SAM:
(voice)
I had to work a l'il bit late at the dealership 'cuz I only had one other salesperson today, but I'm gonna close up the shop in just a few. So if y'all don't mind...would y'all be kind to pick Sarah up from the school Halloween party? She couldn't bring her phone 'cuz it was a school-sponsored event.
The car slowly pulled up to a four-way stop as Fiona sipped from a 20-ounce bottle of Dr. Pepper she had bought whilst at a Midlothian gas station before warmly nodding her head.
FIONA:
Absolutely. In fact, we're heading towards the school now--passing through West Park Row right how heading towards South Collins.
SAM:
(voice)
I appreciate it, folks...especially given how y'all made that Lady Gaga costume for her. I'll meet y'all at yer place when y'all get back.
FIONA:
A'right, sounds splendid. Drive safe!
Fiona pressed a small red button, ending the conversation. They were in a nicely-lit area on West Park Row, and they could see their alma mater, Arlington High School, just a few blocks down the road. It seemed like this traffic light was taking forever to change from red to green. Yet just as the light turned green, Jack became started by a costumed young lady diving right in front of the Vega's windshield.
JACK:
Holy SHIT! I just saw Lady Gaga bounce off the damn hood!
Fiona gasped. It was Sarah Dawkins, who was obviously on the run from something or somebody. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw a trio of girls--all dressed in wolf costumes--giving chase, running down a side street. Without warning, she gunned the accelerator and made a hard-left turn, prompting Jack to grab a hold of the passenger "oh shit!" handle.
JACK:
Fi, what the hell ya doin'?! This ain't NASCAR, ya know!?!
Fiona turned onto the same road that Sarah and her pursuers took, tailing the quartet with a hard, stone-faced gaze. Deep in her soul, she was scared that the wolf-costumed gals would find a way to do Sarah harm--after all, she was trying to mentor the latter, teaching her on what it really took to succeed in life. Eventually, Fiona pulled into an empty parking lot and shut the engine off. Grabbing her trusty bullwhip from underneath the driver's seat, she quickly jumped out of the car and ran towards a darkened back alleyway.
Jack couldn't even mount a singular protest. He was left to ponder what was about to go down in one of the more "rougher" parts of his hometown.
JACK:
God I hate it when she does that...
~TO BE CONTINUED~
"In Which Fiona Dances with the Wolves - Part I"
27 October 2017 + 2300 GMT
We find Fiona McFly behind the wheel of her husband Jack Gaither's early-1970s Chevy Vega, driving through the streets of Arlington and towards their house after going to a Waxahachie movie theater to see the current adaptation of Stephen King's 1986 horror novel It. It was a rare "movie night" for the couple, but on this star-filled, chilly Friday, they couldn't pass up the chance to spend time together when they had it.
Oh, Jack loved movies of all genres; yet horror was his favorite. On the other hand, Fiona wasn't into the genre in question, often preferring to watch crime drimas. All in all, it was a good night out for the couple, even if they did get a good jolt from the well-reviewed supernatural horror film.
JACK GAITHER:
I told ya, didn't I? I told ya It was a gonna be a good flick.
FIONA MCFLY:
Aye, you did. Funny thing is, I really wasn't into the horror genre before watching it.
Fiona flashed a smile as she kept both hands on the steering wheel. Overall, it was a very good day--which began with the removal of the cast from her left hand and, more importantly, getting over a nasty bug which had been afflicting her in recent days.
FIONA:
Hrmmm...I wonder what would be a good scary movie?
JACK:
Oh, ya want a GOOD scary flick?! Try watchin' the original Nightmare on Elm Street and NOT the 2010 remake. To me, there is only ONE Freddy Krueger, and Robert Englund nailed that part.
Jack started chuckling with glee, and Fiona knew it right away that he was going to prepare some sort of scare tactic, just in time for Halloween. He slowly raised up his left hand in a claw-like fashion, mimicking the iconic villian's infamous glove...
JACK:
(in Freddy Krueger voice)
"HAA!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!"
...and placed it firmly on his wife's shoulder. Fiona squealed with laughter--moreso at her husband's TERRIBLE impersonation of Krueger. Jack, from the very start, realised that the joke wasn't gonna work and started laughing as well. Yet the fun and games were short-lived as Fiona's iPhone began ringing; she pressed a button on the car phone's modern-age docking station, putting the caller on speakers.
FIONA:
Hello?
SAM DAWKINS:
(voice)
Howdy Miss Fiona! Is there any way y'all can do me a big favor?
Fiona and Jack nodded at the voice of their down-the-street neighbour.
FIONA:
Sure, what's wrong?
SAM:
(voice)
I had to work a l'il bit late at the dealership 'cuz I only had one other salesperson today, but I'm gonna close up the shop in just a few. So if y'all don't mind...would y'all be kind to pick Sarah up from the school Halloween party? She couldn't bring her phone 'cuz it was a school-sponsored event.
The car slowly pulled up to a four-way stop as Fiona sipped from a 20-ounce bottle of Dr. Pepper she had bought whilst at a Midlothian gas station before warmly nodding her head.
FIONA:
Absolutely. In fact, we're heading towards the school now--passing through West Park Row right how heading towards South Collins.
SAM:
(voice)
I appreciate it, folks...especially given how y'all made that Lady Gaga costume for her. I'll meet y'all at yer place when y'all get back.
FIONA:
A'right, sounds splendid. Drive safe!
Fiona pressed a small red button, ending the conversation. They were in a nicely-lit area on West Park Row, and they could see their alma mater, Arlington High School, just a few blocks down the road. It seemed like this traffic light was taking forever to change from red to green. Yet just as the light turned green, Jack became started by a costumed young lady diving right in front of the Vega's windshield.
JACK:
Holy SHIT! I just saw Lady Gaga bounce off the damn hood!
Fiona gasped. It was Sarah Dawkins, who was obviously on the run from something or somebody. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw a trio of girls--all dressed in wolf costumes--giving chase, running down a side street. Without warning, she gunned the accelerator and made a hard-left turn, prompting Jack to grab a hold of the passenger "oh shit!" handle.
JACK:
Fi, what the hell ya doin'?! This ain't NASCAR, ya know!?!
Fiona turned onto the same road that Sarah and her pursuers took, tailing the quartet with a hard, stone-faced gaze. Deep in her soul, she was scared that the wolf-costumed gals would find a way to do Sarah harm--after all, she was trying to mentor the latter, teaching her on what it really took to succeed in life. Eventually, Fiona pulled into an empty parking lot and shut the engine off. Grabbing her trusty bullwhip from underneath the driver's seat, she quickly jumped out of the car and ran towards a darkened back alleyway.
Jack couldn't even mount a singular protest. He was left to ponder what was about to go down in one of the more "rougher" parts of his hometown.
JACK:
God I hate it when she does that...
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Well howdy there pardner.