Lady Lana says: I was bored, the internet was taken, I couldn't work on my
dating fanfic, cause my rents would ground me from now to eternity, so I
came up with the weirdest thing my sicko mind could come up with under the
circumstances. Actually, its not that bad. I don't own anything, that
includes money, books, six-string guitars, and three headed dogs. Hermy,
Lianne, and Sandry please don't kill me. Hermy belongs, and is based on,
Hermione; Lianne belongs to Princess Lianne of Conte; and Sandry belongs to
Lady Sandriline fa Toren. Lady Lana and the idea for the four goddesses of
mischief belongs to me, as does Lana's temper.
Brooklyn, New York.
Jarod looked around with a satisfied look on his face. Another Pretend completed, and Miss Parker had yet to be seen. He could safely move on to his next planned pretend. He looked down to read the address written on the paper he held in his hand.
"When's the next flight to Los Angeles?"
San Francisco, California.
A teenage female voice rang out, "Can we have a three-headed dog?"
Her long, curly hair bounced neatly up and down.
"No!" came a chorus of three voices.
"Come on, I'm bored, we haven't ruined anything in the past few hours." The voice belonged to different female. Her hair looked liked someone had gone green paint-happy. The effect was startling.
"Well, we could shut down the electric power grid of a major city." The third girl gave her straight, brown hair a curt toss.
"No, we've already done that." The fourth speaker's jet black hair was tied up in a neat pony tail.
"People, can we just do something!" Green said in an exasperated tone.
"Can we get a three headed dog?" Curly began jumping up and down from pure happiness.
"Help!!!!!!" Green's voice carried as she looked in complete exasperation at Black, who could only laugh at her friends look. "Okay, people, I have an idea."
"Will it involve a three headed dog?" Curly, of course, asked.
"Should we start running now?" Black asked in a complete non-worried voice.
"Will it cause more mischief?" Brown asked mischievously.
"No, no, and yes. In that order." Green smiled mysteriously. "Ladies and Gentlemen, hang on tight, cause were going to LA!"
"Will there be a three headed dog?"
Blue Cove, Delaware.
"Miss Parker, Miss Parker!" Broots yelled as he ran after his pissed off boss. "I think I got a lead on Jarod!"
"Well, why didn't you say so?!"
"Parker, he did." Sydney only got a glare for his troubles.
"I think he's going to L.A.!"
LAX.
Jarod got off the plane and looked around. Satisfied that no one was following him he headed for the baggage claim. Miss Parkers voice quickly stopped him.
"What do you mean you don't know where he is?!" her voice could have been heard three cities over.
"W-w-well y-you see, we only know he landed in LA, we don't know where he's going from here." Broots looked like he was about to pass out from fright under Miss Parker's glare.
Jarod smiled quickly. If he got out of here fast enough, then he just might be able to get himself a few extra days. Quickly he headed towards the baggage claim, only to run straight into four quibbling teenage girls.
"I need my clothes!" The one who seemed to be the leader screamed at the other three. Her green hair gave her a startling look.
"And what about my little three-headed dog?" Her curly haired friend asked.
"You don't have a three headed dog, Hermy!" The speaker's brown hair fell down to her shoulders.
"Why do we need thirty suitcases anyway?" The fourth girl's black hair was up in a pony tail.
"Come on, we'll go look through all the baggage claims. How many planes could have landed in LA from San Francisco anyway?" Without waiting for an answer and completely ignoring Black's question, Green started off in the same direction as the man who had just ran into them.
Bus from LA.
Jarod started out the window. The bus was empty except for the four girls he had run into at the airport. He was quite certain they were crazy, and was attempting to tune out their loud and obnoxious conversation. He had plenty of more important things to think about. Like the city he was going to. It was more of a town, really. He was sure Miss Parker wouldn't follow him here, she was still looking for him in LA. The town had captured his curiosity a few months before. He had been looking at various charts, looking to see which town had the highest mortality rate. For a town its size, the town he was going to, had topped all the charts. The interesting thing was, most of the victims had died from two puncture wounds in the neck. Also, there were a lot of missing high school students. Most of them, had disappeared at night. It was quiet an interesting town, and he already had a pretend set up for himself. Smiling slightly to himself, he drifted off amid arguments about three headed dogs and how to best trip people.
In this way, no one aboard the bus noticed the spray painted message on the welcome sign that said :"Enter all who wish to come, but none may leave, alive."
Lady Lana says: So, what do you people think? Yes, there is a reason this is a Buffy crossover. Yes, Mrs. Parker will be chasing Jarod. And yes, the mischief goddesses will be doing what their best at.
Brooklyn, New York.
Jarod looked around with a satisfied look on his face. Another Pretend completed, and Miss Parker had yet to be seen. He could safely move on to his next planned pretend. He looked down to read the address written on the paper he held in his hand.
"When's the next flight to Los Angeles?"
San Francisco, California.
A teenage female voice rang out, "Can we have a three-headed dog?"
Her long, curly hair bounced neatly up and down.
"No!" came a chorus of three voices.
"Come on, I'm bored, we haven't ruined anything in the past few hours." The voice belonged to different female. Her hair looked liked someone had gone green paint-happy. The effect was startling.
"Well, we could shut down the electric power grid of a major city." The third girl gave her straight, brown hair a curt toss.
"No, we've already done that." The fourth speaker's jet black hair was tied up in a neat pony tail.
"People, can we just do something!" Green said in an exasperated tone.
"Can we get a three headed dog?" Curly began jumping up and down from pure happiness.
"Help!!!!!!" Green's voice carried as she looked in complete exasperation at Black, who could only laugh at her friends look. "Okay, people, I have an idea."
"Will it involve a three headed dog?" Curly, of course, asked.
"Should we start running now?" Black asked in a complete non-worried voice.
"Will it cause more mischief?" Brown asked mischievously.
"No, no, and yes. In that order." Green smiled mysteriously. "Ladies and Gentlemen, hang on tight, cause were going to LA!"
"Will there be a three headed dog?"
Blue Cove, Delaware.
"Miss Parker, Miss Parker!" Broots yelled as he ran after his pissed off boss. "I think I got a lead on Jarod!"
"Well, why didn't you say so?!"
"Parker, he did." Sydney only got a glare for his troubles.
"I think he's going to L.A.!"
LAX.
Jarod got off the plane and looked around. Satisfied that no one was following him he headed for the baggage claim. Miss Parkers voice quickly stopped him.
"What do you mean you don't know where he is?!" her voice could have been heard three cities over.
"W-w-well y-you see, we only know he landed in LA, we don't know where he's going from here." Broots looked like he was about to pass out from fright under Miss Parker's glare.
Jarod smiled quickly. If he got out of here fast enough, then he just might be able to get himself a few extra days. Quickly he headed towards the baggage claim, only to run straight into four quibbling teenage girls.
"I need my clothes!" The one who seemed to be the leader screamed at the other three. Her green hair gave her a startling look.
"And what about my little three-headed dog?" Her curly haired friend asked.
"You don't have a three headed dog, Hermy!" The speaker's brown hair fell down to her shoulders.
"Why do we need thirty suitcases anyway?" The fourth girl's black hair was up in a pony tail.
"Come on, we'll go look through all the baggage claims. How many planes could have landed in LA from San Francisco anyway?" Without waiting for an answer and completely ignoring Black's question, Green started off in the same direction as the man who had just ran into them.
Bus from LA.
Jarod started out the window. The bus was empty except for the four girls he had run into at the airport. He was quite certain they were crazy, and was attempting to tune out their loud and obnoxious conversation. He had plenty of more important things to think about. Like the city he was going to. It was more of a town, really. He was sure Miss Parker wouldn't follow him here, she was still looking for him in LA. The town had captured his curiosity a few months before. He had been looking at various charts, looking to see which town had the highest mortality rate. For a town its size, the town he was going to, had topped all the charts. The interesting thing was, most of the victims had died from two puncture wounds in the neck. Also, there were a lot of missing high school students. Most of them, had disappeared at night. It was quiet an interesting town, and he already had a pretend set up for himself. Smiling slightly to himself, he drifted off amid arguments about three headed dogs and how to best trip people.
In this way, no one aboard the bus noticed the spray painted message on the welcome sign that said :"Enter all who wish to come, but none may leave, alive."
Lady Lana says: So, what do you people think? Yes, there is a reason this is a Buffy crossover. Yes, Mrs. Parker will be chasing Jarod. And yes, the mischief goddesses will be doing what their best at.