Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2007 14:23:46 GMT -5
Kat Hamilton pushed the cart filled with groceries down the ice cream aisle of the supermarket. She paid no attention to the other customers, mostly soccer moms telling their spoiled little brats that they couldn't have any of the sugary sweets that lined the aisle. One girl probably not more than ten was pulling at his mother's arm and wailing at ear-splitting decibels that she wanted a Red Rocket. The line caused Kat to bust out laughing, it was childish but obviously neither the girl or the mother got the dirtiness behind it.
"I don't blame her, I want a Red Rocket."
The peppy and yet almost Hannibal-esque voice sounded very familiar to Kat's ears and made the hairs on the back of her next stand up. She turned around to ssee Carrie Lampinelli. "Oh God."
Carrie obviously didn't pick up on the fear and disgust in her voice. She was beaming at her, dressed the same way from their last encounter."Heya Kat! I was in the neighborhood and-"
"How could you be in the neighborhood? We're in BOSTON!"
"I live here."
Kat remembered their previous encounter had happened in Cincinnati. "So what were you doing in Cincinnati?"
Carrie one of the freezer doors and looked inside. "Shopping." She took out a couple of boxes of ice cream. "It's funny you're in the ice cream aisle. I mean you could use ice cream as an analogy for some of your opponents."
Kat backed up with her cart a little bit and studied Carrie as she looked over the boxes of ice cream. "Oh really." In reality she was thinking that this girl was an escapee from some asylum.
"Yeah!" Carrie held up one of the boxes of ice cream. "These represent Candi Starlite. It's vanilla ice cream bars. It means she's bland and boring and for some reason people like her." She nonchalantly threw the box over her shoulder and held up the other one. "And this one is Flamez."
Kat cocked an eyebrow and bit her lip. Carrie wasn't elaborating on why the stupid box of ice cream reminded her of Flamez. "Okay... Why?"
Carrie had been staring at her like a rabid jackal the entire time. Eyes wide, a huge tooth bearing grin and her tongue slightly hanging out of her mouth. "What?"
"That's a box of rainbow popsicles, why does that remind you of Flamez?"
Carrie rolled her eyes and laughed uncontrollably for what seemed to be ten minutes. "Because he's GAY!"
Kat slapped herself in the face. "Oh man, she thinks she's Kurt and she's nowhere near as witty." She then sensed eyes upon her as the entire aisle was staring at them. "Carrie, can I ask you a question?"
Carrie wiped tears out of her eyes and she ripped open the box of popsicles and took out a green one. "Yeah Kat ask me anything." She slowly unwrapped the popsicle and slowly slid it into her mouth and made a low moaning sound.
Kat felt her stomach lurch, it was becoming apparent that this girl could become a problem. "Why are you comparing my opponents to ice cream?"
Carrie seductively slid the sweet green treat out of her mouth and slowly licked her lips. "Why not? It's sweet, yummy, delicious- Okay so maybe it isn't that great of an idea to compare your opponents to ice cream I mean I should be comparing you to ice cream because you are so good and awesome and if you were a flavor of ice cream you'd be like strawberry with chocolate chips because I love strawberries and chocolate and it would be the best of both worlds and it's absolutely delicious like you and when you win that-"
Kat took this time to back up while Carrie was still continuing her rant about ice cream. She bumped into several people on the way to the end of the aisle. As soon as she made it to the top of the aisle she ran to the service desk like a cheetah. "Excuse me."
The old woman behind the counter smiled sweetly. "May I help you?"
"Yes, there's this woman in aisle 14 that's bothering the customers. She's spent the past ten minutes opening boxes of ice cream and talking about ice cream. She freaked me out and I think the other customers are freaked out. I'm thinking you might want to call the police. I think she escaped from the crazy house." Kat turned around to see three other people in line.
One of them was the woman with the ten year old brat. Only now the little girl was cowering behind her mother shaking like a leaf. "That woman in the aisle growled at my daughter like a wild animal. You'd better do something about her. Plus there's ice cream melting all over the floor."
The old woman behind the counter picked up the phone and dialed. "I'm so sorry for the inconvenience. I'll get the police here as soon as possible." A teenage boy with acne walked past the desk. "Douglas we need clean-up in aisle 14." Douglas hung his head and trudged over to a mop and bucket with a long sigh.
Kat went to the checkout and soon saw the police barge in and go towards the ice cream aisle. As she took her change she saw Carrie being manhandled out the door by the poor police officers.
Carrie spotted Kat as she was being forcefully drug outside of the store. "WAIT KAT! GOOD LUCK IN THE BATTLE ROYAL AT LOADED! I LOVE YOU!"
The kid behind the counter chuckled. "That's kinda hot."
Kat's head snapped to him, her eyes narrowed and she suppressed the urge to strangle him. "Shut up before I shove that scanner so far up your ass you'll be able to see how much your esophagus costs."
"I don't blame her, I want a Red Rocket."
The peppy and yet almost Hannibal-esque voice sounded very familiar to Kat's ears and made the hairs on the back of her next stand up. She turned around to ssee Carrie Lampinelli. "Oh God."
Carrie obviously didn't pick up on the fear and disgust in her voice. She was beaming at her, dressed the same way from their last encounter."Heya Kat! I was in the neighborhood and-"
"How could you be in the neighborhood? We're in BOSTON!"
"I live here."
Kat remembered their previous encounter had happened in Cincinnati. "So what were you doing in Cincinnati?"
Carrie one of the freezer doors and looked inside. "Shopping." She took out a couple of boxes of ice cream. "It's funny you're in the ice cream aisle. I mean you could use ice cream as an analogy for some of your opponents."
Kat backed up with her cart a little bit and studied Carrie as she looked over the boxes of ice cream. "Oh really." In reality she was thinking that this girl was an escapee from some asylum.
"Yeah!" Carrie held up one of the boxes of ice cream. "These represent Candi Starlite. It's vanilla ice cream bars. It means she's bland and boring and for some reason people like her." She nonchalantly threw the box over her shoulder and held up the other one. "And this one is Flamez."
Kat cocked an eyebrow and bit her lip. Carrie wasn't elaborating on why the stupid box of ice cream reminded her of Flamez. "Okay... Why?"
Carrie had been staring at her like a rabid jackal the entire time. Eyes wide, a huge tooth bearing grin and her tongue slightly hanging out of her mouth. "What?"
"That's a box of rainbow popsicles, why does that remind you of Flamez?"
Carrie rolled her eyes and laughed uncontrollably for what seemed to be ten minutes. "Because he's GAY!"
Kat slapped herself in the face. "Oh man, she thinks she's Kurt and she's nowhere near as witty." She then sensed eyes upon her as the entire aisle was staring at them. "Carrie, can I ask you a question?"
Carrie wiped tears out of her eyes and she ripped open the box of popsicles and took out a green one. "Yeah Kat ask me anything." She slowly unwrapped the popsicle and slowly slid it into her mouth and made a low moaning sound.
Kat felt her stomach lurch, it was becoming apparent that this girl could become a problem. "Why are you comparing my opponents to ice cream?"
Carrie seductively slid the sweet green treat out of her mouth and slowly licked her lips. "Why not? It's sweet, yummy, delicious- Okay so maybe it isn't that great of an idea to compare your opponents to ice cream I mean I should be comparing you to ice cream because you are so good and awesome and if you were a flavor of ice cream you'd be like strawberry with chocolate chips because I love strawberries and chocolate and it would be the best of both worlds and it's absolutely delicious like you and when you win that-"
Kat took this time to back up while Carrie was still continuing her rant about ice cream. She bumped into several people on the way to the end of the aisle. As soon as she made it to the top of the aisle she ran to the service desk like a cheetah. "Excuse me."
The old woman behind the counter smiled sweetly. "May I help you?"
"Yes, there's this woman in aisle 14 that's bothering the customers. She's spent the past ten minutes opening boxes of ice cream and talking about ice cream. She freaked me out and I think the other customers are freaked out. I'm thinking you might want to call the police. I think she escaped from the crazy house." Kat turned around to see three other people in line.
One of them was the woman with the ten year old brat. Only now the little girl was cowering behind her mother shaking like a leaf. "That woman in the aisle growled at my daughter like a wild animal. You'd better do something about her. Plus there's ice cream melting all over the floor."
The old woman behind the counter picked up the phone and dialed. "I'm so sorry for the inconvenience. I'll get the police here as soon as possible." A teenage boy with acne walked past the desk. "Douglas we need clean-up in aisle 14." Douglas hung his head and trudged over to a mop and bucket with a long sigh.
Kat went to the checkout and soon saw the police barge in and go towards the ice cream aisle. As she took her change she saw Carrie being manhandled out the door by the poor police officers.
Carrie spotted Kat as she was being forcefully drug outside of the store. "WAIT KAT! GOOD LUCK IN THE BATTLE ROYAL AT LOADED! I LOVE YOU!"
The kid behind the counter chuckled. "That's kinda hot."
Kat's head snapped to him, her eyes narrowed and she suppressed the urge to strangle him. "Shut up before I shove that scanner so far up your ass you'll be able to see how much your esophagus costs."
