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Discussion in 'Pandopolis City' started by Heather Chandler, Sep 17, 2019.

  1. Heather Chandler

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    People really didn't know how hard it was to be Heather Chandler.


    It was fine for them; they were little people. They didn’t have to worry about how they looked or what they were, because..well, they were fat dull and altogether boring. Who’d care what they looked like?


    But Heather was different. She was a star. Nay, an out and out icon. With thousands upon thousands of teenage girls watching her videos and taking her advice like gospel. Some would say she was spreading her toxic view on the worlds into the minds of impressionable teenagers the length of Pandora-like cancer. Those people were idiots. She was famous; of course, people listened to her and wanted to be like her. Hell, if she were one of the little people, she’d want to be her, just like everyone else.


    They couldn’t be her, of course, no matter how much they tried. There was only one Heather Chandler.


    But being Pandora’s resident number one social media model, meant a certain standard had to be maintained; which of course, Heather naturally set and heightened with every attempt. What could she say? There simply wasn’t an outfit in the world that she couldn’t rock. That was Heather’s gift.


    ….Of course; some people couldn’t see it, some people thought she needed help, and sent her to fashion designers, to try and get her to look a certain way as if they knew better then her! Honestly.


    Heather was often dragged to these fashion boutiques, often taking none of the advice on board and idly looking at her nails as if she was back in math class, but this time. This latest stylist said something that broke Heather out of her haze and caused her to look up.


    “Outdated?!”


    “Well, all I was going to suggest is that we update your look slightly-”


    “Um, yeah, I think it’s fairly obvious that I’m timeless, so that’s god damn stupid.”


    “Ok, let me put it to you like this- how many bottles of hairspray did you use on your hair this morning?”


    “Um, the normal amount; Five.”


    “Ok….And...are those shoulder pads?”


    “Of course!”


    “....Just as a matter of interest, what year was it when you left?”


    “Ninty eighty-nine.”


    “Ok...So, I come from two-thousand and nineteen.”


    “...and? Watta want a cookie?”


    “Well I mean, where I come from things like scrunchies, legging and big hair are….silly looking.”


    “.....”


    Twenty minutes later, Heather’s own personal bodyguard, struggling under the weight of bags full groaning with makeup, lip gloss, hair products and shoes escorted her through the mall as she screamed down the phone, her face red and stomping as she walked like she was doing her best t-rex


    “I WANT HER GONE. YOU HEAR ME?! GONE! HOW DARE SHE SPEAK THAT WAY TO ME! THAT STUPID FUCKING COW! I DON’T CARE IF SHE HAS KIDS. I DON’T CARE IF SHE’S PAYING OFF ON A HOUSE! YOU KICK HER OUT ON THE STREETS, OR I WILL BLOW UP YOUR LITTLE STORE, I’M TALKING SCORCHED EARTH BITCH! I’LL START RUMORS THAT I SAW RATS! THAT I WAS HARRASSED, I’LL TELL THEM SADDAM HUSSEIN GOES TO YOU FOR MOUSTACHE WAX IF I HAVE TO! IS THAT GETTING THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL YOU IDIOT?!”


    “Miss...Can we stop for a moment? My arms are getting tired”


    “I DON’T PAY YOU TO TALK, I PAY YOU TO CARRY!”

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    [​IMG]
    ~You say bark, I say bite~

    Adam was no longer afraid to explore Pandora. He would claim he was never afraid to explore it to begin with, and it might be true-- depending. But now, with Dog trotting by his side and his angels only a quick phone call away (one of which who could travel through phone calls, he learned,) he truly felt invincible.

    So he had wandered into the deepest parts of Pandopolis, which was the deepest part of Pandora itself. He could gawk and grin and laugh for hours at all of the people and places he saw.

    Particularly one person. Adam did well to keep his mouth shut, but a grin still snaked its way across his face as he watched a lady strut through the mall on her sparkly heels, shrieking horrible things at her phone in a strange accent. She reminded him a little of Crowley, if Crowley was extra, extra, extra, upset and wore heels. What a funny sight that would be. But funny enough, Adam could almost picture it.

    When she swore, repeatedly, Adam did gasp and cover the laugh that was balancing on his lips, but he feared that his last laugh was loud enough for her to hear, even above her own screaming. Dog was fixated on her as well, trotting along on his little terrier legs, with his tail wagging and his gaze transferring between his master's giggling humor and the strange lady's pure rage. She would do nicely as a Duke of Hell. Or maybe even a Prince. Far better than Beelzebub, in the disguised hellhound's humble opinion. And that was saying something.

    ~I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike~



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    People really didn't know how hard it was to be Heather Chandler.
    “Yeah? I think you're right; “Maybe you should “Think about it” Oh, by the way; your make up makes you look like a clown hooker Heather shouted, her words dripping with sarcasm and derision towards the person on the other end of the phone before she stabbed down on the end call button “Showed her” she nodded with pride, the vein that was beginning to pulse in her forehead was beginning to quiet down. Can you believe that Bodyguard? I have millions of views on stark tube I don’t have to take that bullshit”

    “....My name is Micah, back in my homeworld, I had a wife and a child, I was a blessed knight and dragon slayer in the service of the true queen in a never ending quest to save the land from da-”


    “And now you carry my shit! So forget your bullshit life story and-”

    Yet another cutting insult died on the blond’s lips as she was distracted by the distinctive sounds of a child’s laughter, which caused her to turn on her heel and spy the small boy sat beside a dog seeming amused by Heather…..which, um what? What the hell was meant to be funny about her?

    Her eyes narrowed towards the kid looking him up and down, her body language shifting to mild discomfort. Heather was not a fan of children, never had, never will, so naturally, she leaned over to her bodyguard as discreetly as possible “Keep an eye on that one”

    “The child? You’re not serious…”

    “I can’t have kids near me! Are you crazy?! I’m famous, I’m a very busy woman, the last thing, I need is catch something gross from a snot nose twerp with his finger up his nose all day! Can you make him go away or something?”

    “What for? He’s not doing anything!”


    “If he gets too close, I EXPECT you to do your job and protect me, by any means!”


    “I’m not hitting a boy Heather!”

    “Why not?!”


    “Beyond morality? It’s illegal!

    “What? Even in Pandora? Man this place bites”

    Trying not to roll her eyes she took a step forward and leaned down making eye contact with the boy, shifting her weight awkwardly clearly not comfortable being around children or even sure how to confront a kid, so instead she just mildly flapped her hands in a clear “Go away” gesture you might give to a stray cat “Shoo, go away. Shoo. Go find traffic to play in, or a windowless van to eat candy in”
     
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    [​IMG]
    ~You say bark, I say bite~

    Adam's snickering was silenced by her sudden glance, but his face still struggled to keep his smile at bay. He stayed where he was, overhearing most of her conversation with her 'bodyguard.' Why did she have a bodyguard? The big man looked more like a butler, or some sort of paid slave.

    “If he gets too close, I EXPECT you to do your job and protect me, by any means!”

    Adam lowered his hands from his mouth as his expression relaxed into something curious. He looked up at her as she hobbled closer to him on her heels, stepping clumsily-- but gracefully-- like the deer he'd spotted on occasion in the woods. Despite her earlier roaring tone, she might actually be as timid as a doe.

    “Shoo, go away. Shoo. Go find traffic to play in, or a windowless van to eat candy in.”

    It was true, Adam decided. Her bark was far worse than her bite, and the child softly chuckled at her again. "Are you afraid of me?" He asked with awestruck accusation in his British accent. Looking her up and down just as she had to him, he quirked a corner of his mouth cruelly. "How can someone as nasty as you be scared of a kid?"

    It just went to show that things were not as they seemed, in Pandora. They had that, at least, in common.

    The boy was clearly no threat at all to her. He gestured to Dog. "You should be more scared of him. He's got teeth. Big ones! Not right now, obviously, but he can! Want me to show you?" He offered, meaning it entirely in a friendly manner, and not at all as a threat. Dog's ability to transform at his master's will was super cool, and Adam enjoyed entertaining others. It often made them like him, and befriend him. The spectacular display might even impress the fancy lady, and make her forget whatever was making her so bloody upset earlier.


    ~I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike~



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    Let the record show; Heather was in no way shape or form of children, she as afraid of a great many things; the concept of not being considered cool, running out of hair spray, blazers without shoulder pads. The song Karma Chameleon and by extension Boy George and the rest of the culture club -Long story, don’t ask- But children were not on that list. Heather liked to think she and kids have an unspoken agreement; They stayed away from her if she stayed away from them. Kids had their own little world full of being smelly disgusting little brats that cry and whine at the drop of a hat, that Heather had no interest in being apart of;

    After all, she was nearly seventeen! She was particularly an adult!

    Besides, dealing with kids, typically required some base amount of empathy, a concept that Heather often struggled with, so instead of thinking; “Why is this child alone with no guardian and is he alright?” Heather thought “What is the best way to make this kid go away without having to touch him?.”

    Heather’s face screwed up as if she just ate a lemon at the boy’s words, turning her head momentarily towards her bodyguard as if making sure he heard the same thing? “Oh, I’m nasty?!” She asked incredulously “I’M nasty?! I don’t care if you’re like six or whatever, no one with THAT hair cut and those clothes is going to call Heather fucking Chandler nasty!” She said running an index finger up and down in the boy’s general direction “It’s called fashion, style, La Haunte Couture. Get a sense of it, become you’re going to peak in two years, so times running out.”

    With that, the conversation as fair as Heather was concerned was over and done with, or so she hoped wanting to put as much distance between her and the little shit as possible.

    “You should be more scared of him. He's got teeth. Big ones! Not right now, obviously, but he can! Want me to show you?"


    Heather’s passive gaze strayed from the mutt and towards the happily panting, drooling mutt with an expression that could only be described as vague disgust like, she just tasted rotten milk.

    “No, I really don’t. I think we’re done here” Heather announced and started shouting out loud looking this way and that for anyone “DOES THIS BRAT BELONG TO ANYONE?! CAN SOMEONE BE GOD DAMN RESPONSIBLE AND PICK UP THEIR FUCKING KID? PARENT? BROTHER? SISTER? CHILD SNATCHER? ANYONE?
     
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    [​IMG]
    ~You say bark, I say bite~

    Adam was not fazed by her rudeness, especially when she chose his appearance, of all things, to critique. It was cheap. It was her go-to topic of bullying, because she didn't know what to actually attack him for. She picked on it because silly things like hair and clothes mattered to her, even though everyone (even the eleven-year-old) knew they didn't matter hardly at all, as long as you wore something.

    He worried for the lady, because if she thought what he wore was ugly, then she should step outside and take a look at some of the super weird the people on the street. Adam had seen quite a few creatures still wearing caveman underwear; diapers of fur and skirts of leaves. The boy chuckled at the thought of her shrieking, maybe even fainting, upon such a sight.

    Crowley sometimes muttered and griped about fashion as well, but never anything as harsh and passionate as this. Adam wondered if he and this lady would like to talk to each other about fashion. But perhaps it was better if they didn't just in case they didn't agree on what fashion was. Adam would hate for this lady to hurt the demon's feelings or make him feel self conscious.

    She started yelling for someone to come fetch him, like he was a little kid, and his smile wavered. He was not a little kid, and she was making such a big fuss about it that he worried someone might actually come over. Then concern for his well-being or something would start up and multiply. He did not want that. How embarrassing and demeaning would that be?

    "I don't have anyone like that!" Adam called above her screaming, making sure his volume was enough to be heard by her. "I don't need anyone like that." He declared with a grumpier expression. Then, somewhat guiltily, he amended, "Though I, I do have... friends." 'Guardians' and 'godfathers' sounded too parental in this moment. "If I ever do need them, which I hardly ever do."

    ~I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike~



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    Yes, Heather was all too aware of the freaks, beasts and the all-together weirdness of the world of Pandora. And let’s just say there was a reason, that Heather considered herself the most fashionable person in this dump by a country mile. Every single person that Heather had encountered in this supersized madhouse was either, an idiot, a loser, a creep or a lunatic. Or if she was lucky, all four wrapped up in a nice little headache-inducing bow. Heather has clearly grown the opinion she was the only person here with a drop of sanity, let alone fashion sense. So really she had an unfair advantage, anything she put on, she made look good, she practically invented the term chic, so out dressing these assholes she was surrounded by constantly was like shooting fish in a barrel.

    Hell, she could walk around dressed in a giant banana suit, and she’d be out dressing all these bitches. Hell, these cows made Heather McNamara look like Madonna.

    God, she’s been here too long; she’s actually starting to compliment Heather McNamara, if she doesn’t get out of here she’d begin to miss Veronica Sawyer.

    At any rate, like any good bully she got a rush seeing her words get an emotional response, so she screwed up her face and distorted it into a mock pout “Oh, look at me, I’m such a big boy, I only sleep with the nightlight on most nights, and when I have a scary dreams, I can just go to sleep between mommy and daddy because she thinks my scooby doo PJs are super cute!” She snorted in clear derision before beginning to turn on her heel “We’re done here.”

    This is why she should never leave the house without her trusty mallet.
     
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    [​IMG]
    ~You say bark, I say bite~

    Adam glared at her, and her mockery not only made him seethe, it made him hurt. As stupid as her jeers were, they tugged at a heartstring, because he did miss his parents-- even if he were far too old to come to their room when he had nightmares.

    The scariest and saddest part about falling into Pandora had been that his family and home was gone, and he thought it was incredibly cruel to pick on that emotion, even if she had no idea how deep of a nerve she nicked.

    As she turned away, Adam felt a fire of defensive vengeance burn into his eyes, and he seized her in his sights, almost mad enough to hurt her-- and he very well might have, if a brilliant idea hadn't popped into his mind instead.

    His fire dulled, and he felt his emotions shift from anger to mischievous delight, especially as the lady began to shrink inside her heels and outfit.

    "You're not that much older than me, you know." He called after her, and it quickly became true. "Might even be younger." He threatened cheerfully, smirking and lifting an eyebrow as she de-aged before his very eyes.

    Who was going to be crying for their parents now?

    ~I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike~



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    Oh no, she was sooo scared, she bitched off a ten-year-old boy; The boy was mad at him, boo-freaking hoo. Like she gave a shit, besides HE started it, Heather didn’t want anything from the little shit, She was too sophisticated for someone his age...hell she was too sophisticated for most people, Heather just went around trying to live her life, she wanted nothing to do with these people, let alone pick fights with them,she made it clear so many time to the people around her “Unless, you're rich or look like Rob Lowe stay away from me”

    Don’t poke the bear and then cry when you get bitten.

    A scoff escaped Heather’s mouth as the kid spoke again, this time revealing himself to be a total idiot, either an idiot or delusional by claiming that Heather was younger than her. Well, that was British Education for you! No wonder, they blew the whole empire thing when George Washington...cut down the British...cherry tree and then Lincoln did something?

    Heather Didn’t pay attention in history class. Why would she? Who gave a fuck about history?

    “Did you have a stroke this morning when you woke up this morning? There’s -”


    Heather stopped a frown coming to her face as she noticed several strange things almost all at once.

    1. Her voice sounded different, a lot lighter and high pitched, for whatever reason she couldn’t seem to master the demeaning growl she has perfected over the years, the roar of a lion came out as a whine of a kitten.

    2. This kid was tall for his age; Heather was more or less on equal footing with the kid….or, so she thought….As she was now craning her neck to look at him

    3. Once she raised her hand, she didn’t see her usually immaculately painted long nails but rather the short jagged nails of a child who chews them…

    Heather has been around Pandora enough to know she didn’t like where is going.

    She looked down to see, not her typical immaculately kept blazer and short plaid skirt, instead like she was in the middle of a long-forgotten nightmare, an a blaringly yellow poofy sequined skirt and a dirty t-shirt with alf smiling cheerily up at her. Her mouth formed words, but nothing came out besides “Wh-I- W-” And other strangled sounds of a nameless fear, trembling hands reached for her hair already half knowing what she’d find...and sure enough the worst has been confirmed.

    Messy unkept dirty blond hair held up with a velvet comically oversized red bow….

    In her panic, Heather felt momentarily dizzy almost like she was going to faint, overcome with the sheer horror of it all….but eventually her eyes landed on the taller kid before her knowing Pandora well enough to be suspicious

    “WHAT...DID...YOU DO?!”

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    [​IMG]
    ~You say bark, I say bite~

    Adam began to chuckle as her transformation completed, raising his wrist to try and hide his laughter with it. "Aw, look at you!" He crooned cruelly. "You're so cute!" Adam would never actually say that to a girl and mean it. He was just picking on her a bit, like she had to him. It was only fair. She was nothing terrifying or snotty now.

    Actually, she really just looked like a terrified little girl on the verge of tears, and Adam's laughter died down before long. He almost felt bad for her. His moment of vengeance had passed, and he started to wonder if he'd gone too far. "It's alright. I just made you younger." He explained with a shrug, as if it was no big deal.

    'This is a good thing. You'll get to live longer." He pointed out the bright side to cheer her up, but did not apologize for what he had done. It was a just punishment, he decided, and even if she didn't like it, it wasn't that bad. She wasn't hurt. And hopefully, she'd learned her lesson about picking on kids.

    ~I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike~



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    “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Heather snapped back, but not in her typical manner, her high pitched voice not carrying the same kind of menace as it once did, because her words didn’t come from a place of anger or want for control, it came out of a place of...panic….fear.

    Her bright blue eyes, that would dim softly as the years went on became wiry and frantic, her heart beating so hard it threatened to jump out of her chest. Instinctively she looked back over to where her bodyguard should be. But he was long gone, no paycheck was worth this!

    “This is not happening, this is not happening”
    she repeated over and over again as if some kind of mantra as she became to pull at her hair and rubbed her hands through it.

    Before she turned to Adam with fear in her eyes already beginning to stumble away “You stay the hell away from me”
     
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    [​IMG]
    ~You say bark, I say bite~

    Adam flinched at the little girl's cursing shriek, and then chuckled nervously. He'd never heard a child swear so violently. It sort of tickled him. She started to leave, and Adam hesitated before following her, picking up some of her shopping bags along the way. "You shouldn't be so mean to people. Especially in Pandora." He began gently teaching her. "Pick on the wrong sorts of people here, and they'll turn you into a toad, or somethin'." She was lucky, in his opinion that she'd picked on a decent person.

    "Or even kill you!" He stressed, hefting up the last of her bags that the bodyguard had abandoned. He trudged along behind her as if he were Kris Kringle. Dog wagged his little tail and trotted after the children, proud of his master's work.

    ~I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike~



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    Nope, nope, nope nope. Heather was done with the bullshit, totally and utterly done, with her heart rate raising, her breath ragged and tears threatening to override her eyes -Which was a look she was most certainly NOT a fan of. Heather was already moving away from the boy trying in vain to figure out a way to reverse this bullshit. There had to be some voodoo or witch...or whatever the shit this place could cook up! This was a bullshit world full of magical, crap, and she had money to burn so she should be out of this tiny tot crap in no time;

    For now, though She wanted to get the hell out of there;

    “I DON’T GIVE A SHIT, LOOK AT ME!” Heather screamed gesturing up and down to her new body; “I’m like; four years away from being able to smoke, three years from holding a drink and like five from being hot to anyone, not in a windowless van!”