1st Secret [Voice]

[glass_secret]

[After examining the journal she received, Cinderella realized that it could some how play and record audio messages. Which is just fine with her since she doesn't feel like writing anything down. She's way too annoyed for that and she certainly sounds the part.]

Whoever took me from the airport and dropped me in the middle of what looks like the set of a pirate movie, I'm going to hunt down and shove my high heel up their ass. At least they could've brought my luggage with me! How do they expect a girl to survive with out her Versace, Prada, or Gucci!? [Not to mention her spare gun, knife, and extra ammo that were enchanted so that TSA would ignore them were in there. Those would have been very handy in this place.]

If I end up missing Fashion Week in Milan I'm going to be extra pissed. [Well really, she was just starting a mission but no one needs to know that. Still, it will cause a huge mess back home if she were to go missing before she even starts.] I'm a busy woman, so I don't have time for this crap.

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

Bitch more, sweetheart. Don't think Davey Jones gives a shit, an' as much as Miss D wants t' chuck some a us back where we came from, she ain't that strong yet.

[Translation: might as well take off her shoes and get comfortable. It's gonna be awhile.]

[glass_secret]

Davey Jones? I'm assuming you're not talking about the member of the Monkees.

[om_nom_namur]

Coulda been a monkey- a giantass monkey I guess- but 's hard t' say now he's all fallin' t' pieces an' being held t'gether by green glowy shit. Davy Jones's the one that brought y' here t' wherever the hell this place is. Congrats, yer a pirate, ain't got any other choice, hope y' know how t' sail or at least make friends in faraway places, an all that shit, sheheheh!

What's yer name sweetheart? Mine's Namur.

[glass_secret]

Wrong kind of monkey, sweetie. I was referring to the band. But considering you just described a zombie to me, I know for sure that he is not the Davy Jones I was thinking of.

The name's Cinderella. Cindy to my friends, which are a bit hard to come by since I don't trust so easily.

[om_nom_namur]

[Snerk.]

Y' tryin' t' convince yerself a that or get people not t' bother tryin'? People don't usually go advertisin' their personal problems t' strangers.

[glass_secret]

Just saving myself sometime. By the way, just because I don't trust people doesn't mean I can't be friendly and social to them.

[om_nom_namur]

Well, 's better'n bein' a shit, so y' got me there. Got a burnin' question for y' though. Need t' ask 'fore I forget.

[glass_secret]

Then spit it out.

[om_nom_namur]

The hell's a goo-chee? Sounds like one a them lameass things Thatch'd say when he's tryin' t' impress a 'maid by usin' big words for dirty shit.

[glass_secret]

[Well that gets a laugh out of her.]

It's the name of a very high end clothing brand!

[om_nom_namur]

Oh, like Criminal brand from Fishman Island. Or Doskoi Panda. So yer a girl a taste, huh?

[glass_secret]

I suppose? Never heard of those brands before.

But yes, I am a girl of fine taste.