Bringing out the GOD in Zilla [ OPEN ]

[Phin <---> Zilla]

”Reporting live on CNN, apparently Fashion Genius Mr. Z has more to worry about than just his latest fashion show being held in Tokyo. Aside from miscommunication, he’s facing threatening letters from an anonymous person that isn’t so much of his fan. Nix has more to the story.” Switching camera broadcasts, a man in his thirties could be seen wearing dark shades and a dark blue polo shirt, and probably the only thing that stood out the most on this news reporter was his wavy bluish purple hair he pulled back in a ponytail as he covered his story. Other reporters were with the man fighting for the story as they all waited patiently outside of the hotel entrance for the honored guest. Most were Japanese story hunters others were the top American news channels that more than a hand full knew about, including CNN. ”Thank you Janice, and right now we are waiting for the popular fashion icon right as this mom- Oh, there he is!” Having the camera turn to a white limo with purple neon lights covering the car like some retro vehicle from Tron pull up to the entrance, the man himself hadn’t stepped out first but instead his entire posse which was around twelve people.

Exiting the limo last was none other than Zilla himself, showing off a bizarre cocktail dress he designed out of teal colored frills and red straps of leather and his signature feathered boa which on that day he decided to go with a black shade he also sported covergirl makeup which the theme was geisha reverse and some leather heeled boots to match the straps on his dress, and don’t forget his black cigarette he was carrying between his index and middle finger, and that fohawk shaped hair of his covered with a hand sized pin of masquerade mask . The man looked dressed to impress right now and he was confident in his strides through the now pushy reporters. The guards weren’t much help aside from some of their kung fu moves but sadly many got his picture and were already asking him questions. The CNN reporter was the first to get his attention. ”Mr. Z, so it is true that you’re getting hate mail that’s more than just hate but actually a threat to your life in the fashion industry?” Looking a bit quizzingly at first, Zilla made a troubled look soon after on his face which was so him when it came to being ‘dramatic’. ”Sadly yes, it’s so terrible that some haters will go as far as threaten mwah.” Bringing his free hand up to his temple in that dramatic pose kind of way, he turned just slightly to the left so the camera could get his good side.

”Is it also true that the reason behind the threat letter was because they considered you to have a poor taste in fashion and that you use cheap materials that are trash?” For a moment everything went quiet, even the repeated clicking of the camera’s trying to get a nice shot for their scoop ceased. Turning his hazel gaze to a lady who had asked such a bombastic question, he smiled for once and took a drag of his cigarette before moving closer to her. ”Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell….” He said while exhaling the smoke through his nose with a voice as very cheerful as it normally was. ”I wouldn’t say that’s the cause of such a threat.” Turning away thinking that question was over and done with, the woman reporter had the nerve to mumble something loud enough for everyone to hear. ”I think it is….” Before the lady reporter could so much as blink, Zilla had been all up in her business with a look of an overly peeved fashionista while he pressed his cigarette repeatedly onto her head. Hearing the pitiful scream of shock that he just went there he was more than glad to show it. ”Excuse me, plain girl if you don’t know the meaning of what goes up must come down then you are probably raised on the short bus. Because girl, you have no right to ridicule my work for someone that can’t even wear a suit properly to the point your fake boobs are almost falling out in a disgusting fashion. Find a better wardrobe you over stuffed burrito, which preferably doesn’t make you look like a skank trying to climb to the top of the success ladder.” Dropping his burnt out cigarette to the ground in front of her, he turn on his heels once again and headed for the inside of the hotel. The reporters of course came back to life and followed his fluffy tail until the doors closed behind him letting no other reporter inside. Suddenly the screen went black before the CNN’s reporter could say anything more to the string of events.

Hmph, I still think that burrito deserved it.” Puffing out his cheeks with a pout, his assistant didn’t look at all pleased from what he did outside yesterday even his pet bald parrot looked peeved at such an outburst as it rested on Karry’s shoulder dressed in it’s neon yellow cashmere sweater with the words ’Beautiful’ written on the back. Zilla himself wore something as he liked to think of as ‘simple’ which was a pale blue feathered bathrobe that covered his outfit which was a dark blue halter top with matching tight shorts and fish netted stocking. The only thing not hidden away with his robe were those pretty stilettos of his and none other than his lovely face that went with the whole pharaoh theme on the eyeliner and very light makeup. Tossing the remote to the other side of the long funky couch, Zilla was feeling moody as well but in a depressing sort of way. Because who wouldn’t feel hurt for having their masterpiece be considered trash?! That was rude, mean, and……made his pure heart feel like it had been trampled by that bitch’s overrated heels. Ouch! Looking away from Karry his assistant, Zilla bit down on his handkerchief and pulled it down while it was still between his teeth. The man looked troubled. Remembering what the exact words of such a terrible threat of a message, he was sorry to still have that in his mind till this day.

“cOnTiNuE oN wItH tHe FaShIoN sHoW aNd I’lL mAkE sUrE yOu WiLl NeVeR sEe ThE lIgHt Of DaY aGaIn.

P.S. By the way, your latest design sucks!”

Letting a small unmanly groan come out of his lips, Zilla felt for once worried and scared for the first time in a while. Everything had went good for him until last week when this letter came in and then he suddenly had freak accidents which almost endangered his life, and now he resorted into calling a specialist to deal with the problem. Luckily, Phin knew who to call in a favor from though she sounded foreboding like this would happen one day with the way he continuously acted. Well you couldn’t blame him, Zilla would always be Zilla. If no one didn’t like the way he acted then they could kiss his fabulous buttocks for all he cared….yet when you insult his job, that’s really hitting below the belt. ”Is the agent here yet?” Bringing his focus back to his assistant finally, the cross dressing man needed to this at least from all the chaos that was going on.

Sadly Karry could only shake his head no and even his pet bird mimicked his actions too, to make an emphasized point. Ok he got it…. Releasing his hold on the handkerchief, he let out an exaggerated sigh before shifting his hazel optics to the triangular coffee shaped table that was litter with an ash tray his long piped connected cigarette was laying on, his glass cup of MiO flavored water, and the file of the agent Bao Yu assigned for his dilemma. Taking both his cup and the manila folder, Zilla went over the person’s information again while sipped the blissful taste of MiO. Aaaaah, the taste of sweet tea flavored water. Now all he needed was a sassy gay friend to help him sooth over these rough bumps on his road to success, that and maybe just a genuine friend that didn’t use him for self-imaging. ”I need a sassy gay friend. Hey Karry dear, do you think Brian Gallivan would come to one of my shows?” Zilla said while taking another sip as his eyes were still glued to the contents inside the folder. ”That depends…” Bringing his eyes back to Karry again, he looked at the retro themed man inquiringly. ”Depends on what?” ”It depends if he has the woman parts to deal with those scary teeth and claws of yours up close and personal.” The man made a point.

[Agent Popsicle]

Once upon a time there was an Agent who called herself Popsicle....she got in A LOT of trouble with her main boss. "What in the name of my impressive bank account were you THINKING?! IN FACT....WERE YOU EVEN THINKING?! It's hard to tell sometimes!" ....see that girl who looks like she could run some kinda variation of the mafia? That's Bao Yu Chao...Agent Popsicle's main boss. "W-well...um...I...um..."

"Shut up! You weren't thinking! Not reading a dangerous, classless criminal peasant with a record that could make the digits in my wallet feel nervous WHO HAS POWERS their rights only to drag them to the police station is possibly one of the dumbest things you did! Anyone else would fire you right off the bat, did you know that?" ...if you haven't figured it out she's a bit of a bitch. "Or have you killed...but you're a valuable asset, Agent Popsicle. Instead....I have something different in store for your punishment. Something....suitable."

The short young lady with pink and blue tendrils aimed a remote over her shoulder to click the large television screen on behind her. On it was the news....about a particular fashionista with attitude and half a mind to dress in drag. Agent Popsicle put her hands over her mouth and GASPED when he poked her on the forehead with...with....a....OH THE HORROR.....A CIGARETTE! Biting her lower lip, she looked to Miss Bao Yu Chao with this look of `PLEASE reconsider...PLEASE...`. If only the young lady didn't lose that rat's ass she could give for Agent Popsicle's predicament before clicking off the large screen with a composure of a cold and bitter nature. "I sent a copy of your file to one of my best clients, Phin. Now get out of my office and on the field. If he dies on your watch, you'll follow him. I guarantee it..."

It almost looked like the poor thing wanted to cry behind those deep blue lenses, but she kept her cool and nodded slightly before turning away keeping her chin up. After passing those doors, she lowered her head and brought her hands to her forehead....goodness....she REALLY screwed up this time and that was putting it nicely! However...regardless....the frosty Agent would take the case regardless cause she didn't want people to die....

What if he was going to stab her with a cigarette....? Fire and electricity worried her the most....the tails of her white shirt swayed to and fro behind her as she walked, the tips reaching close to her knees. Pushing up the sapphire lenses of her pointed shades up, she let out a sigh and continued strutting dat ass down the halls with a calm, serious look possessing her composure. Moving her black gloved hand which ended at the middle of her fingers away from her face and to the side of her hips, lightly swaying them back and forth with the motion of her light hip swooshin' per step. The light blue tie around her neck was positioned nicely complimenting the black and white combo she was sporting. Miss Popsicle's vest, shorts, and shoes she wore were black since it was just silly to wear all white! Plus...it looked too bland in her opinion. There were super soakers strapped to her legs along with a squirt bottle, plastic white gun, and popsicle sticks holstered to her hips.

That was the primary equipment she brought for this mission, didn't seem impressive....really it didn't....at all...in fact she looked as stupid as her file described! See, the file Zilla just so happened to be reading just went on and on about how stupid and ditzy the girl is let alone how gullible she can be. For some reason it also gave honorable mention to the times that someone in the intelligence department managed to trick her into drinking tea despite how she knew it would hurt her. AFTER ALL THAT, OF COURSE, it finally said something like `...despite all of that, she excels in combat and one of the top five Agents when working on the field. We're unsure if she's got a special kind of brain damage, but she is superb in battle strategies and down right lethal. Though you can prank her, make fun of her, when it comes to protecting someone she stops being such a push over. Again...I, as well as the others here are absolutely perplexed by this phenomenon of how she's stupid most of the time but smart in combative situations. Yeah...I think it's a special kind of brain damage. NOTE TO SELF: OMIT COMMENT LATER.` obviously the comment wasn't omitted, still there....DUH.

Stopping in front of the door, a big, buff guy....in...a speedo with a bow tie and pair of fishnets with a vest and bowler cap looked down and stared at her intensely....like it was a staring war. Those leather boots going up to his knees were very pretty in her opinion, in fact if boots could be friends, her high heeled fashion boots would probably friends with his! Tilting her head slightly up since he was about half a foot taller than her, she put her thumb to the rim of her black fedora with a light blue ribbon around it and blinked. "Agent Popsicle reporting for duty. Please...um...let me through to see Mister Zilla." Cooly saying those words, the man nodded and opened up the door for her while saying "Cute shoes, by the way," in a deep tone that was far too masculine for his...um...get-up. "Thank you, your shoes are quite cute too."

A slight smile curled on her pale blue lips that almost made it look like she had hypothermia and turned her attention toward the more feminine man with a fluffy feather boa and bald bird pet...strange combo. Placing her hands behind her back, she stopped about ten feet away from him as to not invade his personal space bubble....and....keep a safe proximity from that scary cigarette. "Hello...um...I'm...well...um...here to protect you from meeting death....I'm Agent Popsicle." Putting her hand upon her fedora, she gave him a slight bow for a couple seconds before standing upright. "Please...um...be kind to me...Mr. Zilla..."

[Phin <---> Zilla]

”WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL, THIS IS INTERESTING!” Reading through the file he found a few PROBLEMS. These PROBLEMS were with the agent herself, and yes it was a her not incredible Brian Gallivan who he had hoped Phin would magically figure out. From what the info in the file stated, this female agent called Popsicle was a complete idiot. Wow….was Phin taking the endangerment of his life seriously, because it sure didn’t look that way to him. Not noticing Karry had peered at the file from behind Zilla’s feathery shoulder, the assistant let out a low whistle before shaking his in disappointment. ”Does your friend know what she’s doing?” Probably did, it was just the other party that didn’t know what they were doing. It just had to be. Phin wasn’t stupid; she was highly intelligent/grumpy as a loner guy in a rundown auto shop but never stupid. Normally she was cleaning up after his messes. Just who the hell was assigning such a derpy la-oh crap it was one of Bao’s people. His eyes needed to do a double take at the left side of the paper that read Bao’s family company’s name with the added information about paranormal investigation agency. OH GOD. So much for thinking this was an idiot’s mistake. Was his god child trying to get him killed too?!

”Karry, be a dear and fetch this worthless man his boa. The orange one ok?.....Ooooh, I need to lie down.” Feeling a little bit faint, he brought the back of his hand (which held the file) up to his temples and let out a groan of hopelessness once again before setting back his glass cup down on the coffee table. When he laid his back on the long funky couch, he did it with such melodramatic movement that it almost looked like he was an over worried parent that found out his own daughter hated. Poor man, no seriously…it’s just sad. ”That’s so cold of her.” It sounded like he was about to cry but luckily Karry came back in time to hand him his fluffy boa, so fashion designer could pet it to calm down. Zilla stroked the feathery scarf like it was some sort of cat that gave him the only comfort nobody else could. ”Your massacre is running...” Quickly covering his face with the manila folder he retorted back to his assistant. ”It is not!” Zilla said in between sniffles as he threw the yellow boa right back in Karry’s face which caused Beautiful the bird to squawk from being startled on Karry’s shoulder.

”Fine, suit yourself.” Karry said as he took the boa and wrapped it around his neck in that diva sort of fashion and continued on looking through his palm pilot at the busy schedule Zilla and Karry himself would be in for this week. Taking a drag from the cigarette he’d had rest on the corner of his lips the free time his client had didn’t look all that bad. Luckily today was Monday and there wasn’t much to worry about aside from looking over photographs from the last week’s photo-shoot and Zilla making a public appearance to his hardworking staff that helped model the fashion line every season. The day after tomorrow was when the half a man would have appointment after appointment AFTER appointment. Hearing the door open suddenly which faced behind the couch, the person to enter the room was the worker the two have been waiting for. Karry of course let out a gasp when he noticed what she was wearing with that wardrobe. Was those water guns?! Wait a minute did she just address him as Zilla? Pointing to himself and then looking over to the couch which laid the real man in fish nets, Karry couldn’t believe this woman just mixed the two of them up. Luckily though Zilla heard her well enough to take action….though a little oddly since that was how the middle aged man acted. Still holding onto the folder, Zilla slowly stuck his head out from the frame of the couch and pulled the manila folder down enough for Agent Popsicle to see his somewhat smudged massacre eyes as he looked at her funny.

”I’m doooooooooooooomed…” Zilla said in a tiny pathetic voice. Karry could only shake his head and point to Zilla before addressing the man. ”Zilla, says it a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Looking back to his client/fashion mentor, the dark hair man nodded solemnly before finally pulling the folder down and away from his face. ”Yes, indeed it i-“ Cutting himself off, Zilla finally took notice of what she was wearing just as Karry did. The look Zilla was giving her now was an expression Karry knew all too well. ”Uh oh…” Zilla was scheming something and scheming in the name of fashion. ”Oh my god, what are you wearing?!” Jumping over the couch like some girly athlete, it was a miracle he didn’t trip over his pale blue feathered robe as he walked over to her and circled the poor lady like a hawk. ”That vest, pants, and the hat need a do over! I won’t allow this in presence of mwah!” Having stopped to her side and pointing at himself in that image sort of way, by now he had fixed his makeup like a ninja and was looking at her in all his tall glory which was a six foot nine (due to the heels).

Taking her hand in both of his, he started to drag her away and into the other room which held a mini runway and changing room, taking her to the changing room area, he nudged her in there and started passing her a heap of clothing he approved of through the big changing room. ”I’ll be coming back inside in seven minutes to see the ending product and to help if you have any wardrobe complications. So make me proud that you are a gorgeous lady!” Yeah he didn’t shy away from saying it, when he first saw her from behind the manila folder Miss Popsicle looked like she had potential. It was potential to be beautiful even if it was to catch a person glance with interest. I mean she had that look of something mysterious, which he noted reminded him of a lot like Phin just less bitchy and more cute. Shutting the dressing room’s door before she could make her argument to him he felt somewhat better now since his mind was away from negativity and back to FASHIONTIVITY!...was that even a word? Ha! Who cares, he was a trendsetter words were technically the same thing. Yup Zilla was at it again but in a good way, hopefully…

[Agent Popsicle]

Huh? What? What was going on? It was like someone died! Er....did she go to the wrong room? It....seemed about right....did...oh geeze she greeted the wrong person, didn't she! About to blurt out an apology, she was interrupted by the feminine fashion king she hoped to properly introduce herself to announcing he was doomed. Frowning ever so slightly, she piped out a soft, "Wh-what...?" Pretty baffled about this little mishap, it was a pretty big bummer because she actually liked quite a bit of his designs and....she did something stupid!

Looking to the fellow she mistook for the one she was sent to guard, the look on her face blatantly had that `I doubt it` look in response to how being doomed APPARENTLY translated to something positive. So she was considerably stupid but not THAT stupid! Letting out a soft sigh of disbelief to how this wasn't going well and that if Bao Yu and Trisha could see this now, they'd be laughing at her expense. After all, she was kinda the fool of the court and village idiot. The looks on their faces reminded her of disgust....yeeeeaaaah....this was definitely revenge. Sending her to meet a fashion designer she actually admired a bit to watch em' become a monster AND stomp on her image like Godzilla if that creature were to wear designer heels. She wasn't going to cry....she wasn't going to cry....she wasn't going to cry....nope!

Or...make a valiant effort in NOT crying out in public. "My...um...uniform...Mr. Zilla..." Holding in the part about how she put it together herself to avoid getting her feelings pummeled to the ground beneath Prada heels worn by a fashion genius devil. Pushing her shades up a bit to conceal the tears that were starting to lightly rim her peculiar optics. Trying to keep an eye on him while getting circled like a thing destined to die....or a criminal guilty of breaking fashion laws...she just ended up averting her eyes down to her boots and quietly listened to all the stabs at her attire. It was a silly thing to get sad over, but when you actually look up to someone, finally meet them, and they obviously have a problem with you the whole scenario changes like the flip of a coin in comparison to just about everyone else in the crowd. With her hand snatched up, she followed along and was wondering if she was going to be shoved into a glamorous dumpster for looking like a disaster by his standards.

Glancing a bit upward looking worried as can be and....what....when in hell's bells did he fix his mascara?! Being nudged into the room, she then found herself getting clothes shoved into her hands and was careful to hold them with the utmost care. Having a bit of a pale blue blush to the comment about being gorgeous....though she had A LOT of confusion swimming around in her brain about why he was suddenly being nicer. "B-but....I'm too stupid to make a nice...um...outfit combination...." muttering that little comment to herself doubtfully...it seemed pretty darn true at this point. Staring at the clothes....she had to figure something out....but she really didn't want to be put down again. ......was that a bikini top in the mix?! OH GOODNESS!

A pale blue blush infested her complexion as she stared at the pile in her hands and blinked in complete and utter confusion....there were decent things that would allow her to fight properly if need be and look less crappy by his standards. "P-please...um...give me a bit more...um...time, if you will...there...um...is a lot to choose from..." Speaking up so she could be heard, her tone was still pretty darn mellow jello.

[Phin <---> Zilla]

A bit more time? A lot to choose from?! Was it that hard?!!!!!!! …..Well if he thought about it maybe it was. Noticing that he had went into insensitive mode like he normally did during one of his shows he suddenly had a smile form on his lips of great amusement. Yup, he was back to his normal self again and now he was unintentionally picking on the one person who was going to watch his gorgeous back for the next few days. Poor lady, if this ‘problem’ was solved quickly with not a scratch on him, Zilla was sure to give her a BIGALICOUS thank you gift for keeping him safe….well…hopefully if he made it out of this mess in one smexy piece. Zilla did have to admit though, this agent icicle or was it popsicle? Oh whatever her agent name was, she did have a strange timid demeanor that made him want to playfully pick on her even if it was over clothes or her profession. By all honesty Zilla might actually get along with her….but would she get along with him was question.

Letting his hazel eyes stray away from the curvy crafted door, he looked around the room quietly and noticed something bad. It was dark….. In his rush to take care of a fashion emergency, Zilla must have unconsciously turned off the lights thinking he would be leaving this room. It was either that or he was good at sorting through clothes while in the dark. But did he really turn off the lights? Glazing back at the door he notice a small glimmer of hope which was some (though EXTREMELY very little) light was shining through the thin opening on the bottom of the dressing room door. “Ok I feel a little better…..just a little though…..” He said in a tiny pathetic voice since he wasn’t at all ok with the darkening room to begin with. Normally he would have been A ok with this unmentionable predicament but not today and definitely NOT RIGHT NOW! With someone out to get him and all, this minor problem didn’t feel childish to him at all. To Zilla this made him feel greatly uneasy. If not the darkness than the fact it was dead quiet to the point this trap of a male could hear a penny drop if he held his own breath.

Deciding standing like a sissy was being distasteful Zilla forced himself to move forward and head over to the light switch which was all the way across the room. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah…..All the way over thereeeeeeeee….. Aaaaaaaw mangina…. He mentally told himself as Zilla saw this obstacle to be quite a daring challenge for a man like himself. Yes, finding the light switch in the darkness can be a very dangerous task, I mean come on…. A man like him could break his lovely heels if he accidentally tripped over something. That or broke a nail by bumping his hand against something unpleasant…like what he was doing now…. Crossing the room halfway, his light purple manicured nails poked against something squishy. Frowning in the darkness Zilla let his hands feel whatever he had been poking at which by now was something smooth and could almost be skin if he didn’t feel some kind of fabric covering most of it. “That’s strange….” He mumbled to himself, before he continued to feel upwards in hopes it was just some sort of mannequin. “Not as strange as you.” It replied back.

Not making the obvious reaction to such a masculine voice Zilla’s body instinct took over. Taking both his hands now, he felt to see if this was the man’s face. A mouth, nose, two ears and eyes. Yup this was a face. Smiling, even though on the inside he was scared and nervous like a school boy, Zilla spoke once more. “You’re not an electrician are you?” Hearing a stifled snicker the stranger in the darkness could only answer back. “You could say I get rid of unwanted pest….” Oh yeah. “Exactly what kind of pests?” Hearing the snicker louder this time it actually made Zilla very disgusted by such a lousy way in using those vocals. “You.” Without thinking, Zilla shrieked and took his index and middle finger and made a peace sign before poking at what he hope to be the man’s eyes. Hearing the man let out a scream of his own, Zilla took this opportunity to call out before he became the missing man on the carton. “SECRET AGENT MA’AM, HEEEEELP MEEEEE!”

[Agent Popsicle]

Slowly taking off her water tank pack and began looking through all the clothes she had to pick from. Something that could function with fashion....something acceptable....something that would make her current client proud. She...she couldn't do this...she needed help...obviously she couldn't dress fashionably even WITH all the right material. Taking off her fedora and moving her sapphire tinted shades to rest upon the top of her head, she put her gloved hands up to her eyes and gave herself a moment to cry. That's right, a young woman such as herself who made a living of kicking ass and taking named was crying over the fact she couldn't do much of anything normal right. "It...it'll clash with my outfit...everything is going to clash with my outfit...and I'll make Mr. Zilla upset...I'm already close to losing my job because of the Gardener case..."

Whispering those words to herself as such a soft tone, she lowered her hands and was about to start unbuttoning her vest figuring he wasn't going to be bothered with assisting a reject such as herself. But...wait....what was with that sound outside and the room got a little more dim...didn't it? Her translucent blue eyes glanced toward beneath the door and took note that suddenly it was darker outside of the dressing room. Maybe he wanted to have things be dark so he couldn't see her horrific combination. Couldn't blame the guy, that's for sure. Frowning a bit more as she wiped away a few more tears with her palms and lowered her sunglasses, that's when a sinister voice in the background hit her ears. He...did have his assistant there...right?

So...maybe they were...uh...discussing glow in the dark outfits? It was possible...wait...was glow in the dark even in this season? Putting her finger to her chin as she stared upward and thought about it...from what she read in fashion magazines, it wasn't even mentioned at all. So was there EVER a season for glow in the dark clothing products? Crouching down a bit looking a little puzzled, she fished through the clothing pile for anything with glow in the dark indications. However...her search was interrupted by a feminine male's cry for help, dropping what article of clothing she had in her grasp which was a corset centered with a skull by the bust, she let out a squeak of a gasp. Instinctively, she swiftly rammed her elbow into the door while adding additional force by slamming her palm against her knuckles for a boost.

When the door opened up, moving her hand down to the squirt bottle since she didn't have the time let along luxury to put her pack back on before grasping onto it. "Mr. Zilla! You'll be alright, I promise! I won't let you die!" Aiming in the dark toward where she could have sworn the scream came from, she squeezed at the trigger a few times and....misted the air. Yeah...she totally misted up the air like nobody's business. Making quick work of making the air moist, she holstered the squirt bottle and sprinted through the mist which dampened her hair as she charged toward Zilla's location and stopped abruptly scanning the area. A figure that didn't look anything like her client was on the move!

"Please freeze this instant, you murderous um..bastard!" Narrowing her eyes and thrusting her hand out, flattening her palm, snow drifted from her hair and solidified over her hand for a moment into multiple diamond shaped daggers. Swiping her hand toward her shoulder and twisting the right side of her body toward the target before moving her hand forward and also hopefully shielding the fashion genius with her body to protect him from any gunshots or projectiles. Moving her hand forward and pointing toward the moving figure with her index finger and thumb right up as though to work as a sort of aiming method. Jerking her hand slightly upward triggered the ice daggers to shoot forward at quite the fast pace toward her target. Bringing her left hand up, she figured it would be best to know if whoever or whatever was trying to kill her client managed to graze her hand in an attempt to get closer. There was no way she'd let this psycho get away from her with ease! No way at all!

In fact, she was keeping her back close to Zilla so that she'd be able to protect him from potential close range or even distance based attacks. It wasn't just because this was her job, but because this was a life at risk and it was up to her to make sure no one would die tonight. Part of her wanted to chase the culprit....but...then the fashionista would be alone, extremely vulnerable and may get attacked by others. Who knew if it was just one individual trying to claim his life over a bunch of neatly sewn together cloth....it was a chance she couldn't take...even if it meant the criminal was going to get away. They'd be back...eventually....she'd have another chance later if that were the case.

[Phin <---> Zilla]

Popsicle or death? I CHOOSE POPSICLE PLEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSE! And make that white vanilla flavored too! Luckily she came running right when he let out that girly scream of his that disgraced manly men. In twenty seconds flat she was already confronting the shadowy figure that Zilla had encountered just a minute ago with what looked like ice diamond daggers. How he knew she was wielding such interesting toys was because he instinctively came closer to her once Popsicle came to his rescue like his knight in tacky armor…wait a minute she was still in her normal garbs? Well maybe it was better this way, it looked like she had easier access to moving. B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but WHY?! Almost wanting to cry for that reason and not for the fact his life was in danger, Zilla bit down on his stylish handkerchief before realizing something through watery eyes and for the fact he hadn’t paid much attention to Popsicle keeping herself in between the stranger and Zilla. From this water like view the clothes didn’t look half bad on her, why was that?

Looking dumbfounded for a good minute until the stranger, assassin, or whatever the hell he was decided to speak up. “Ha! You’ll never take me alive!” Throwing some random smoke bomb in the direction of Popsicle and Zilla, the stranger, assa- OH SCREW IT, THIS IS TOO LONG escaped while letting two words echo throughout the room. “Tee hee~” Letting out a few coughs before abandoning Popsicle to find the light switch, the fashionista of a man finally found his lifesaving goal. ”FINALLY!” Zilla spoke out rather overdramatically once he turned the damn lights on and walked towards one of the draws to grab his giant pink feathered fan. Heading in the counterclockwise direction, he made a beeline straight for the entrance and opened the door in order to fan out the smoke. Still coughing like something had went down the wrong tube, he was wondering if fate was trying to get back at him for smoking so much…..if so than the fates could kiss his bootilicious ass for all he cared. Well….that was until they decided to turn him into a roasted marshmallow which by than he would be scream and begging for forgiveness like the sissy he was.

Looking away from the entrance he was fanning furiously, his now re-watery hazel hues followed back to Agent Popsicle. And again, he went all flabbergasted. Odd choice of vocab but at this point he didn’t care because it was true. When his eyes had that layer of water over them it turned the image he was seeing into something exotically beautiful. And almost…..alien. What he was seeing was actual water hovering near her like a replacement for the hearts and flowers one gets when they fall in love butanyways…..her skin looked almost vibrant showing that light blue ice feature which could almost be mistaken for that of a flawless ice sculpture. Not to mention her clothes, oh yes those clothes~ They just looked so divine being frosted and wet all at the same time. Now this gave him ideas for his next line of clothes! Blinking back a few times to dispel the clear discharge that had irritated his eyes, Zilla noticed everything went back to normal. A little disappointed, all he could do was frown like a sad little man.

”On second thought keep your style. Mwah was in the wrong for asking you to change it.” He said while taking one of his hands and placing the tip of fingers at the center to indicate him. ”For some strange reason it suits you.” He said while finally smiling though this wasn’t any normal giddy smile this bisexual she-man was sporting, this up curving gesture was that of the inner man inside of him which was seductive and smoldering….like a maaaaaaaaaaaaaan. Blinking a few times like he had been in a trance while gaze-locking with Popsicle’s own unique set of orbs which looked like sapphires by the way, his normal personality came back. Reverting back to a familiar Zilla smile of knowing giddiness of a drama king, he quickly fixed his mascara before speaking once more. ”I guess we’ll need to discuss what’s going to happen for the next couple of days in Tokyo, come and follow mwah to the…..LIVINGROOM OF FABULOUS!” He said while fanning himself now while moving his free hand to door indicating their dramatic effect of exiting the his version of a walk in closest.

[Agent Popsicle]

...she couldn't just ditch the one she was assigned to protect so the jerk-face was going to have to be right in the `NOT GONNA CATCH ME! TEE HEE TEE HEE!` department which...kinda pissed her off a bit. Beneath those shades, her eyes narrowed and her composure became cold as ice. Almost like her skin! Ok maybe MORE than her skin cause this woman was furious about letting a potential murderer get away. Exhaling a slight bit of frosty frustration past her pale blue lips...she stared at the smoke flooding the area and had this look of `I'm NOT amused but choosing to remain calm`. Irritation was found in her movements as she walked on after the fashionista and sprayed the area to mist up like nobody's freaking business...again. The smoke wasn't really getting to her since the mist was helping with her breathing. "That...sneaky...um....bastard...."

Muttering out those words as she continued to spray spray the air while making her way toward the guy who looked like he had a sassy gay friend or two with some witty tip it, sip it, click it slogans going on. Holding up one of her hands, she turned her back toward the fem-man and figured she'd get the rest of this smoke. Holstering the ridiculously stupid weapon choice: a squirt bottle with mist function, she brought her other hand up and made it look like she was doing the imaginary gun thing. "...and....bang bang bang bang..." Calmly blurting out those words as she made shooting motions, ice bubble things chomped onto the fog aiding in escape, swallowing it to trap some of the smoke. Lowering her hands gently, they got the room all nice and clear for what wasn't fanned on out. This...could come in handy....in fact....she had a little plan festering in her mind.

Turning to face the girly man with good taste in fashion, some of the little ice orbs containing smoke rolled on through the door like icy ninjas. ...wait....was he staring at her? Oh no...did she do something bad again? His eyes looked irritated and watery! She was such a screw up that it was the first thing on her mind. "...o-oh no...I'm..um...s-sorry...I..." Biting her lower lip nervously as though to slap on this `PLEASE DON'T BE MAD AND ME AND FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S FROSTY.....DON'T TELL MY SUPERIORS I FAILED.`sort of look hand in hand with her somewhat pathetically mellow tone being used at this very moment.

How many more times did she have to mess things up before making a right? It was truly hard to tell these days.....or at least getting harder to tell. BUT....LOW AND BEHOLD....HE WAS APOLOGIZING FOR TELLING HER TO CHANGE HER LOOK! Widening her translucent optics, a small frown of PURE confusion upon her face. "Wh...whu...what...?" Did hell freeze over? If it did, why wasn't she invited to roll around in the fluffy snow?!

....and....suddenly it SUITED HER? What the hello operator gimme number TELL THIS GIRL WTF'S GOING ON TO MAKE SENSE OF ALL THIS was going on?! Blushing a sky blue hue, she quickly looked around and wondered if there were narcotics in the smoke....there just had to be....but wouldn't she be high off her rocking horse too? Nervously nibbling on her lower lip, she side glanced back toward the man giving her something that screamed `DO WANT` in the look she was being given. "U-uh...um...b...b...bu....but....I...." ...and not too long after that stammering mess of the human language we're supposed to all know as `English`, he was back to having this giddy drama kingness about him. Okie dokie then....!

Shaking off her moment of embarrassment and confusion, she quickly followed after him to the living room, abandoning the ridiculously sized walk-in closet. "M...Mr. Zilla, sir...on that...u-ummm...s-subject...I was wondering...a-about...um...if perhaps I should stand guard in your room rather than outside o-of it? N-not because I'm a pervert b-but because this recent attempt on your life happened when I was in the changing room...." With a slight pout, she quickly and nervously added on "Wh-which was filled with lovely clothing choices...I...I couldn't make up my mind and please believe I didn't want to mess up by making the wrong outfit combination...th...that's why I'm still in this....I...should change later anyway....this outfit doesn't suit your present line of clothing....I'll stand out too much." It was true, wasn't it?

It was crucial to blend in a bit so they could catch the villain of this adventure off guard! "...um...I...um...oh gosh...I didn't mean to interrupt you or be rude...I'm so sorry for all of my slip ups thus far...Mr. Zilla, sir...." Apologetically saying those words...she just was queen of the mess ups and derp-dee-dur squad, wasn't she?

[Phin <---> Zilla]

The more Zilla heard Popsicle talk the more he wondered if she may be a fan. Then again the conversations before was …..the same. This particular one for some MAGICAL reason screamed ‘I’m a nervous fan girl that doesn’t know how to talk to my idol…..’ Le sigh… Hopefully he wasn’t assuming too quickly since they just met for crying out loud. If anything he could inquire about the topic later when he didn’t feel paranoid by some killer out to get his fabulous little head that could wear haaaaaats, tiaraaaaaaaas, veiiiiiiiils, and other stuff he could probably masterfully self-create for his clothes line. Yeah he was that awesome. It never hurt to ask this ice angel when he got time but right now listening to this agent’s string of stuttering sentences entertained him as much as it troubled the fashionista. If that was all she would ever do during their time together, he may need to either reeducate her speech or self-esteem. WE’LL FIND OUT….EVENTUALLY….hopefully? Bah, who knew?

Once she got to the end Zilla could only tilt his head a little to the side and frown before answering. “Agent Popsicle…..it’s……ok. It’s a free country unless you verbally tarnish my garments, which we already establish by your earnest apologies. Thank you by the way.” Nice move yet maybe for once you should have added the whole ‘I’m also sorry for being a retard to make you stuck in the dressing room while I put myself in danger from my own stupidity hur hur hur…..’ Yeah that pretty much sums up what the drama king SHOULD have said. Yet he’s not bright to admit fashion wasn’t worth the risk of one’s liiiiife. This raised many questions of who the real person was in the shared body. So far Phin was a better candidate. Giving the writer of this character’s point of view the mental flip off, he stepped up on his convo with Popsicle on a more pleasant tone even his demeanor relaxed from being awkward. “Weeeeeeeeeeeeell, since we have thaaaaaaat passed us, I’ll let Karry forward more details about my busy schedule for the next few days where I’ll be from now to this time, locations so you can see where possible hits might occur, and the rest of that bodyguard mumbo jumbo you guys are so good at.” Hey he knew enough to understand some of the requirements the job consisted of because watching the discovery channel teaches people like him a lot aside from love making tips. Oh Zilla you’re such a pervert….

Giving her a suggestive stare since that reminded him of her previous words, he brought up one more thing before the today was going to be over in a few more hours. ”I also agree that we should stay together at all times especially during the night. It’s just are you able to handle all of mwah for the next few nights?” Waggling his brows at her with his version of a sexy smile, Zilla didn’t let her answer that question. The man had pride he needed to keep safe from words that tended to kick it like some hurt puppy. These next few days were gone be interesting, Zilla couldn’t wait for the fun mind you the life in danger part was gonna be in tense.

Two days later…..
Interesting was an understatement, you could say it was fascinating? They did many things together that he never got from Karry and the serious folks at his company. She was like a breath of ice cold piercing lung oxygen that felt refreshing. They talked about fashion, her clothes in general so Popsicle wouldn’t stand out too much. Altering her outfit has a fun challenge that kept him busy during his spare time away from the public eye and stuck at the hotel with something to do. And aside from fashion relations, during their nights together was humorous if you count the late night stumbling around with her trying to either apprehend the killer or just tripping over furniture in such a large room. He mostly didn’t sleep those night because of the hilarious racket in which he felt bad and got up to help her if Popsicle tangled herself into something. Zilla gave the ice angel some credit for keeping his mood light and happy instead OH MY GWAD SOMEONE IS OUT TO KILL MEH. Which now left off with this evening at a photo shoot which he had been trying to keep under control until one of his model went MOR. Missing on runway. Now he had to rely on his body guard to take on the job after talking her into it for the FIFTH TIME. Working on the seam of her skirt he kept his cool while she moved with what looked like to be nervousness.

[Agent Popsicle]

At least everything was cleared up...it was such a relief since the DERPY ICE PRINCES OVER HERE felt like such a screw up. Honestly...she could have caught the culprit if she didn't let the stupid have its hold on her. Oh well...she picked that path long ago for the better. Though she'd step it up if things got REALLY bad. Admittedly though, the past bundle of days were kinda fun in their own way! Normally she was treated like the village idiot who was only useful for fighting off ALL THEM BAD GUYS. It was nice getting to hang out with someone who was talking to her about things other than how much of a moron she is or OH WOW YOU'RE TOO STUPID TO LIVE....WHY ARE YOU STILL BREATHING. Talks of fashion and nail painting fun along with stumbles and nightly crashes in comical chase scenes were amusingly crazy.

Calming him down meant marathoning movies or even trying to help get his brain on things like fashion and which models would be best for what he was trying to portray. THEN EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THE FIRENATION ATTACKED That...guided her to why she was timidly standing there staring at Zilla...shaking like a scared little mouse. "Z-Z.....Zuh....Zeee....." Biting her lower lip which quivered quite a bit while quickly bringing her hands up to her cheeks. Letting her actual emotions show for a moment as she recomposed herself. A niiiiiice inhale to take in a nice, fresh breath of air....and exhaaaaale to let out ALL THAT BAD STRESS....kinda. Slowly dropping her hands down to her sides absent mindedly, Agent Popsicle's tone was calm alright...but it was underlined with a layer of concern.

"I...d-don't know if this...is...um...well...g-going to work for the best...what if I...well...um...screw everything up f-for you...?" Staring down at him with those FOR ONCE NOT HIDDEN BEHIND A PAIR OF BLUE SHADES powdery blue eyes with a strange clear effect to it. Wearing contact lenses didn't work with her since...well...they had a nasty habit of freezing. "I haven't even caught the jerk trying to kill you...what if...what if something bad happens and...and...I have to ruin the show....?" Letting out YET ANOTHER sigh cause that's what she did when she was all down in the dumps. Yet she kept her cool...though deep down, she settled that if she HAD TO attack, she would do her best to work it into the show some how. Make it less into an attack and more an attempt at a display....but those were the words that sprawled out in this moment!

SURE, OKAY....he reassured her A BUH-JILLION...okay just FIVE times, but still that was a lot, in the `BE MY MODEL PLEEEEAAAAAAASE` department. Really though...she never strutted her stuff on the catwalk and this was just NOT something she had any confidence in. The models had so much more grace and finesse than her! SHE WAS DOOOOOOOOOOMED....cause even Popsicle over here had a firm belief that guess who would make her go through with this no matter what excuses or doubt she kicked into the verbal shooting range.

[Phin <---> Zilla]

Letting a sigh out Zilla stopped what he was doing and let his shoulders slump down for a moment in a pathetic look of hopelessness at how Popsicle always seemed unsure of this idea. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and exhaled it out before reverting to normal ol him as he looked at the agent’s powdery blue orbs (which are very breath taking by the way) with a brow quirked up and an expression that screamed ‘Are you telling me my idea is stupid?’ Quirking the left side of his lips up, he finally spoke up once again for the…..SIXTH time!!!! ”Didn’t watching some of my latest runway shows teach you anything, ice princess? It’s that all of them had some problem…from setting a person on fire to one of my models beating the gogo boots out of another. I’m expecting something to happen because it wouldn’t make a Zilla runway if it didn’t….It….would….just……be…sooooo…..PLAIN!” Bringing the back of this hand up to his temples he did his famous dramatic look those actresses made when thinking of horrible things. Cutting short of the over dramatic pose for another time, he continued on. ”Don’t worry too much about me, I’ve got a plan to make us stick close like Bonnie and Clyde! It’s all part of my plan.” Zilla stood up finally with a confident grin on his face.

”And besides this is my first time seeing you wear something that brings out your inner glow and I got to say…I like it~” Taking his hand, he held her chin very gently as he looked at her intently with a….soft smile? Was this the end of the world, how could he actually make such a romantic gesture look….well…ROMANTIC???!!! This didn’t make sense unless he was….no….he couldn’t have. But then all of a sudden he started to slowly lean in like this fashionista was about to kiss her. Oooookaaaaay, he likes her then? Almost a hairs breathe away and then suddenly he pulled back moving his hand away to leave her chin vacant. ”Sorry ice princess, I thought I found a loose eye lash near the side of your face but it was just a false alarm.” He said laughing lightly to himself before bringing his index finger up with a thoughtful look on his face. ”I almost forgot, I’ll have one my best models help you out on the runway! Oh WENDY DEAR! YO HO~”

Emerging out from the large group of models and make me pretty fairies, a young woman that looked to be in her mid-twenties slowly walked towards them with an annoyed look of a high school yankee would give her enemies with emerald colored eyes such as hers. Most of her skin was flawless mid toned which was between pale and normal pink if you didn’t include the makeup she wore not only on her face be on her arms that was left unfinished to cover up the right side of her arm tattoo of what looked like to be tribal heart with a claw like hand clenching it like the heart was about to burst. The young lady’s jet black hair was up in a weird style and looked very mismatched in the haircut department, and her clothes seemed to match the way she strides over to them like a panther moving with dangerous ease.

”Don’t worry, she’s only scary if you pose a ‘threat to her way of life’ which doesn't seem like you so you're definitely on the ok with her. Plus you have that cute defenseless vibe her fiancée gives off when he visits! You two will get along just FINE~”
When Wendy came over her look seemed more annoyed when her attention was on Zilla. ”Yeah?” Zilla just smiled like his old self with that girly grin that any girly man could display. ”Wendy, I have a favor to ask. Could you look after my newest model, her names Popsicle and she’s pretty new to how things work around here and needs some ‘guarding’ while on the catwalk if you catch my drift?”[/b] Wendy looked over to Popsicle and gave her a skeptical stare from top to bottom which could make anyone squirm under that stare. ”…………Sure thing boss, but if anyone on the runway so much as purposely trips me i-“ Zilla finished that sentenced for the yankee looking model. ”It’s game over for their face…Yes I know, that’s why we keep having to get more models half the time because of you, dear. Weeeeeeeeell, I’ll let it slip this ONE time since you’re being Popsicle’s bouncer.” He knew those other women were bound to make Popsicle look bad even without her own help, hopefully Wendy could shadow her during the catwalk just enough to scare off the others from doing something they soon would regret. ”Well now, you two mingle and get to know one another while I tend to the rest of the girls. Ta ta for now!" He said while pushing them towards the other models before disappearing so he could begin phase one of his plan. [/size]

[Agent Popsicle]

GUILTY AS CHARGED! Agent Popsicle was definitely a fan of the feminine man's crazy works but she never pictured herself in this situation! ...wait....hold the poofy pink phone all up in this moment of setting others on fire and beating the gogo boots out of one another...maybe...she could USE her powers to outshine the other models?! Zilla would look like more of a runway genius than he already was AND work in an attack on anyone who tried to hurt him! It was absolutely brilliant, a very brilliant scheme that anyone who knew her would say was given to her on a cue card. Remaining as calm as ever...up until he got a little dramatic which prompted her to slightly tilt her head a bit for a moment. Then...a curve ball, the fashion queen over here mentioned a plan where they'd stick together super close.

What was he going on about with this? Oh well...she'd just have to trust whatever it is he had in mind and hope all went well! Okay, the next curve ball didn't zip by her face like the first one...this next one metaphorically grazed her cheek. What about an inner glow and LIKING it?! The awkward blue blush invaded her cheeks as she calmly swatted at the air with a slight smile, "Um..I-" Cut off and freezing in place as her chin was taken prisoner in the awkward moment of having her face pulled closer to his. WOAH. WOAH-HO-HO THERE.

WHAT WAS EVEN GOING ON?! This reminded her of the one time that she dragged her boss, Bao Yu Chao out to watch a movie...a chick flick sort....

"This movie is absolutely idiotic and a waste of my time, Agent Popsicle! I have better things to do like paper work that won't bore me as much as this crap you're making me watch!" The Chinese girl with pink and blue hair glared off at the big screen and waved her hand in the air while using the other to snack on another piece of popcorn. "Like OH EM GEE. PLEASE shut up!" Popsicle kept staring off at the screen, seeming to be TOTALLY absent minded where the awkwardly adorable couple with a small smile and calmly sipped her soda. "You first, bitch! I'm too rich to take your lower class orders!"

Whisking the icee she had chilling in the cup holder that was a blueberry and strawberry combo, the short girl with way too much money, heiress to the Chao family whipped around. After some romantic words that were so adorable, the guy in the movie pulled in his swooned girlfriend in for a kiss. PEWWWWWW! Ms. Chao flung her icee at the annoying girl who told her shut up with a please. The girl screeched like a friggin banshee and ran out of the theater. "THAT'S RIGHT! RUN AND CRY YOU PATHETIC COMMONER!"

Awwww that couple in the movie was soooooo cute....so happy that Agent Popsicle let out a happy little sigh. Nothing like that would happen to her, she was too stupid for relationships!

Blinking back to reality, her icy orbs were full of all kinds of surprise and she was in complete and total panic. Closer and closer...her heart raced like it was hyped up on sugar and needed to calm the hell doooooown! Partially parting her lips for a moment, wanting to say something but the words getting STUCK right there in her throat and only let out a little squeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaak of total nervousness! Then like that, he let go of her chin and she had the most blank look on her face. Even her left eye slightly twitched! LIKE THREE TIMES. Standing upright as she looked all kinds of nervous!

Geeze, for a moment she was starting to think that he was going to attempt a RANDOM kissing scene! No no though, they were just friends, clearly. Letting out a soft sigh as if she was all kinds of relieved that an eyelash wasn't going to attempt VICIOUSLY attacking her eye at some point like a hoodie ninja....Miss Icy Wonder over here wasn't actually sure what to feel about that little scenario! Oh well! Standing upright and absolutely intimidated by the model assigned to be her bodyguard...she kept from showing that on the outside. ...once again there was a moment of pause in her head....something...was...off about this...wasn't SHE supposed to be doing guarding?! Guh...there was no sense in arguing about it since the dolled up man not only pranced away, but she made so much noise about being incompetent not too long ago!

Offering a handshake of greeting goodness toward Wendy with a polite smile to accompany it, she spoke in a calm-as-can-be tone, "Hello, my name is Agent Popsicle...but...um...you...already knew that." WELL THIS JUST KEPT GETTING MORE AND MORE AWKWARD WASN'T IT?

[Phin <---> Zilla]

Taking the Agent’s hand, the yankee looking model shook it briefly before withdrawing her five digits away while saying “Wendy. Nice to meet you, let’s get along, and all that lovely bullshit.”[/b] The look in her emerald greens were just un-amused, it was either that or she honestly didn’t give a shit about how awkward the two were. One could only hope it was the latter though.
Since it was only going to be a lot more silent between the two of them while standing here and looking herp a derp prewtyful, Wendy decided to show Popsicle to the makeup crew and give her a few quick survival tips on how to keep herself from ‘eating it’ on the runway. YEAAAAAH, NOW SHE DECIDED TO BE TALKATIVE. ”Keep your eyes forward and try to have some distance away from the other models since they tend to not play nice to with newbies on the walkway. Normally, I’d go for the I’ll break your nose route of things but that’s something I don’t think I see a person like you doing. At least I don’t think so anyways….”[/b] Eyeing Popsicle sharply with an ‘I’m trying to figure you out’ look it seemed like Wendy wasn’t someone that believed everybody was average like most. Luckily, to make this situation less stressful on Popsicle’s part, the makeup artist chimed in to bring Wendy’s suspicion to a halt (for neoooow) while working on the pale Agent’s face. ”Oh geez Wendy, can’t you leave the poor girl alone? It’s bad enough you make Grazi quiver in uncertainty with such a hard look in those eyes. Which reminds me, you never told me which guy you were married to, eh?” Oh lordy here we go again with her love life.

It almost looked like she was going to back away and make hissing noises at the slightest mention of ‘that’ problem. Wendy retorted as pleasantly as she could since the question may be brought up more than once if she decided to not say jack shit. ”It’s complicated REMEMBER?! And I said I’d talk about it later over a glass of martini the next time we went to the club.” Hearing a loud ‘Hmph!’ the makeup artist quietly murmured back about something to do with excuses and the hubby problem. Of course one would have to strain their ears to figure out what the person said…..be stupid enough to do so in front of Wendy.
Brushing the topic away like it was old news, Wendy focused back on Agent Popsicle. ”If you got any questions, now would be the time to ask.” And right as she said that her phone went off to the song ‘Happy Unbirthday’. Of all the times her cell would go off it had to be now! She fell silent for two rings before the makeup artist friend errrrr person decided to comment to Wendy’s unresponsiveness. ”Aren’t you going to answered that?” All the yankee model could do was shake her head no fiercely before quickly putting the call on silent and then turning it to vibrate mode. Makeup fairy friend murmured ”Okaaaaaaay….” under head breath before finally completing the finishing touches to Popsicle’s face. ”There we go. All done sweety~” She said while beaming a smile and helping Popsicle off her chair.

Once the Agent was off the seat Wendy motioned for her to head over to the back of the runway to get instruction on when she would need to go up on the runway. Wendy let them talk, tuning out the lectures the stage assistant tried telling Wendy about injuring the other models. It wasn’t like she was gonna follow orders and be a goody goody two shoes just to be stampled like a door mat. That’s the exact reason most models quit after two years of abuse. Which to Wendy, made them seem like a bunch of wussies that didn’t know how to handle bratty heel walkers. But ANYWAYS, letting her eyes venture around aimlessly something made one of the steel pipes that supported the lights shake. Odd…. And as her eyes followed the movement she noticed something dark darted to one side of the ceiling. She didn’t blink of course like everyone else would at something odd happening on the top of the stage area, oh no, she was silently wondering what the hell was going on cause that movement was way too fast to be human it almost seemed animal like. Finally looking back to Popsicle, Wendy was starting to wonder what why Zilla asked for her to protect his bodyguard and where exactly the man in question was. [/size]