Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 4:31:53 GMT
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Was her heart inching up her throat? Were her palms sweaty? ...Had she locked the front door this morning? ...DEAR GOD! She should go home immediately and check! Nena spun on her heel so fast you could hear her neck snap, one foot poised to flee. Before she could get more than a single step in, her trusty assistant had already snagged her by the collar. "And just what is the problem now?" After a few futile seconds of struggle against the iron grip (she was a midget in comparison), Nena looked over her shoulder with a nervous half-smile and pleading eyes. "I think I left the front door unlocked to my house... if I --" Her assistant cut her off there with a curt reply. "I'll send someone over from the office to check immediately." Nena visibly grimaced.
Ouch, shot down again. Two minutes ago she had sworn up and down that she'd seen some famous celebrity and simply had to get their autograph - this attempt had been foiled when Nena failed to produce the name of said celeb. "But I don't wannaaaaaaa!" Nena whined, as she gave up all physical resistance (she'd never win against this spartan woman anyhow). She did not, could not, would not go into that circus tent! There were evil monsters lurking inside! Red-nosed, white-faced, giggling fiends of the underworld - clowns.
Her assistant sighed deeply. "For the umpteenth time, there are no clowns in this circus." Okay, so maybe it was a teeny bit of a white lie. In fact the job Nena had been called in for was to design costumes specifically for clowns, but she'd sooner boil alive than tell Nena that. Besides, she wanted her employer to get over this ridiculous fear of hers. It was bound to hurt the firm's name if it was discovered that one of their designers turned down a job due to a phobia of clowns. Pathetic.
Gulp.
No clowns. See? She would be perfectly fine, absolutely safe. Nena chanted that in her head like a mantra as she finally took a step in the direction of the circus tent's main entrance. She could feel her assistant's eyes boring into her back like heat-seeking lasers. If she tried to run away again the woman would surely be on her in seconds (did you know, she was highly trained in Nena-retrieval). One foot in front of the other...breathe in... one more foot... uhhh... Breathe out! BREATHE OUT YOU IDIOT!
She must have looked retarded to anyone watching; eyes straight ahead, focused, her face showing utter concentration as she took baby steps toward the circus tent. They had arrived half an hour early for their appointment with the circus representative, but Nena had just about used up all of those extra minutes trying to escape and now she was already several minutes late. Just delaying the inevitable.
Ouch, shot down again. Two minutes ago she had sworn up and down that she'd seen some famous celebrity and simply had to get their autograph - this attempt had been foiled when Nena failed to produce the name of said celeb. "But I don't wannaaaaaaa!" Nena whined, as she gave up all physical resistance (she'd never win against this spartan woman anyhow). She did not, could not, would not go into that circus tent! There were evil monsters lurking inside! Red-nosed, white-faced, giggling fiends of the underworld - clowns.
Her assistant sighed deeply. "For the umpteenth time, there are no clowns in this circus." Okay, so maybe it was a teeny bit of a white lie. In fact the job Nena had been called in for was to design costumes specifically for clowns, but she'd sooner boil alive than tell Nena that. Besides, she wanted her employer to get over this ridiculous fear of hers. It was bound to hurt the firm's name if it was discovered that one of their designers turned down a job due to a phobia of clowns. Pathetic.
Gulp.
No clowns. See? She would be perfectly fine, absolutely safe. Nena chanted that in her head like a mantra as she finally took a step in the direction of the circus tent's main entrance. She could feel her assistant's eyes boring into her back like heat-seeking lasers. If she tried to run away again the woman would surely be on her in seconds (did you know, she was highly trained in Nena-retrieval). One foot in front of the other...breathe in... one more foot... uhhh... Breathe out! BREATHE OUT YOU IDIOT!
She must have looked retarded to anyone watching; eyes straight ahead, focused, her face showing utter concentration as she took baby steps toward the circus tent. They had arrived half an hour early for their appointment with the circus representative, but Nena had just about used up all of those extra minutes trying to escape and now she was already several minutes late. Just delaying the inevitable.
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