[You're in luck, Norfinbury. Today, Regina George is gracing all of you with one of her trademark smiles--and not the kind where you can tell that there's pure evil in her eyes, either. This is a smile that says, "there's something I want from you, so I'm going to pretend to be on my best behavior so you'll be completely charmed and won't suspect a thing". No life ruining today. Probably. Whatever.]
I've got a surprise, are you ready?
[She puts the tablet a bit farther away from her on the ground so her viewers can get a lovely spread of the delights she's been saving. There's an eclectic selection of various interesting finds, and she displays them all with a graceful grave of her slender hand--she could be a professional hand model, it looks so catalog.
There's a nautical spyglass in its own case: probably someone's office decoration at one point. A hedge cutter: the blades look like they may need a bit of sharpening, but they're thick. A pair of steel-toed work boots: they're men's, and seem to be a fairly large size. They're worn, but still formidable. Three cigars in a wooden case. A roll of duct tape: there's still plenty left. One first aid kit. Two sewing kits.]
Now, let's talk. I want beauty supplies: makeup, skin, hair, hygiene, fragrance, anything. And I want things you can use for scrapbooking. Any questions?
[She sounds so patient, but it's clear that she means business, and she doesn't intend to beat around the bush.]
three
[Regina has been trying to be good, and make a good impression, because the nicer you are, the better you can manipulate people. It's important to make your subjects like you, no matter how annoying or poorly-dressed they may be. Especially here. Networking and a little bit of sugar can go a long way.
But late in the night, she cracks. She lets out a cry that sounds almost animal--a scream that tapers off into a sort of growl, and she swings her backpack against the wall--slams it with all her might.]
Shut up! Shut up! Nobody cares how sad you are! You're dead! Get over it and get an afterlife and stop [whack] crying [whack] where nobody [whack] wants to hear it!
[Regina feels like she hasn't slept in days. Weeks, maybe. She's not keeping track. But she needs this. She needs her rest. Her beauty sleep, if you will, not that she needs sleep to be beautiful--that just comes naturally.]
I'm so over this!
[In a final act of age-telling childishness, she throws her backpack across the room, abandoning it. And the crying is still going.]
Regina George | Mean Girls
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[You're in luck, Norfinbury. Today, Regina George is gracing all of you with one of her trademark smiles--and not the kind where you can tell that there's pure evil in her eyes, either. This is a smile that says, "there's something I want from you, so I'm going to pretend to be on my best behavior so you'll be completely charmed and won't suspect a thing". No life ruining today. Probably. Whatever.]
I've got a surprise, are you ready?
[She puts the tablet a bit farther away from her on the ground so her viewers can get a lovely spread of the delights she's been saving. There's an eclectic selection of various interesting finds, and she displays them all with a graceful grave of her slender hand--she could be a professional hand model, it looks so catalog.
There's a nautical spyglass in its own case: probably someone's office decoration at one point. A hedge cutter: the blades look like they may need a bit of sharpening, but they're thick. A pair of steel-toed work boots: they're men's, and seem to be a fairly large size. They're worn, but still formidable. Three cigars in a wooden case. A roll of duct tape: there's still plenty left. One first aid kit. Two sewing kits.]
Now, let's talk. I want beauty supplies: makeup, skin, hair, hygiene, fragrance, anything. And I want things you can use for scrapbooking. Any questions?
[She sounds so patient, but it's clear that she means business, and she doesn't intend to beat around the bush.]
three
[Regina has been trying to be good, and make a good impression, because the nicer you are, the better you can manipulate people. It's important to make your subjects like you, no matter how annoying or poorly-dressed they may be. Especially here. Networking and a little bit of sugar can go a long way.
But late in the night, she cracks. She lets out a cry that sounds almost animal--a scream that tapers off into a sort of growl, and she swings her backpack against the wall--slams it with all her might.]
Shut up! Shut up! Nobody cares how sad you are! You're dead! Get over it and get an afterlife and stop [whack] crying [whack] where nobody [whack] wants to hear it!
[Regina feels like she hasn't slept in days. Weeks, maybe. She's not keeping track. But she needs this. She needs her rest. Her beauty sleep, if you will, not that she needs sleep to be beautiful--that just comes naturally.]
I'm so over this!
[In a final act of age-telling childishness, she throws her backpack across the room, abandoning it. And the crying is still going.]