Post by Barrel on Oct 29, 2007 19:39:42 GMT -8
It's crackier near the end. I just can't get them OOC! Grr! Well... practice makes perfect, I guess...
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Everyone's favorite dentist, the sadistic Scrivello, was riding home from work. It had been a long day. And, for some reason, masochists just happened to find this particular human's office. And, of course, one had showed up that day. Wilbur Force. Worse than that Denton guy.
Entering the small building, Scrivello unzipped the leather jacket, placed the helmet by the door, and walked into the bedroom. Flopping down onto the bed, the dentist sighed, "Oh, that feels good... I hate bad days at work." The bloodstained uniform was unbuttoned, to reveal a formfitting white blouse underneath, which was pulled off to reveal Ace bandage wrapped tightly around the chest. "I can't keep this up forever. One day, she'll find out, and it'll all be over," Olivia Scrivello groaned.
Wait, you're probably asking. Who's Olivia? What happened to Orin? Well.. Olivia was an only child, and a violent one. Called a tomboy by most who knew her, the girl enjoyed beating up small animals around the neighborhood, and other children. This continued until puberty... and the late teens. That's when Olivia discovered her sexual preference. She preferred girls over guys. Ashamed of that fact, she began to wear pants more often. First, it was just around the house. Then it was once a week outside. It finally got to the point where Olivia wore dresses only for special occasions. She wore shirts to large for her, and slouched when she walked to hide her female chest. Then she discovered the magic of bandages. Bandaging her chest, although it was a little uncomfortable, flattened her chest. That, combined with lowering her voice and cutting her hair, made her look like a feminine man. She practiced lowering her voice, since she had a rather high-pitched one. And manly men don't have high girly voices. By then, she had moved to her own apartment. Her mother, although she didn't quite approve, accepted Olivia's choice, and gave her encouragement. Her uncle had, after all, liked other men, so her mom was okay with it. Otherwise... Olivia shuddered at the thought. She probably wouldn't be here today.
Olivia had, by now, completed medical school and became a doctor of dental surgery, thanks to her childhood obsession. Any gory movie that was made was eagerly watched by the sadist, who had even given lectures (illustrated, of course!) on the Spanish Inquisition. Oh... the memory of that particular lecture was still thrilling. But a person like her couldn't stay single forever! She needed someone to be with, to talk to, to boss around, to practice new dental techniques on. So Olivia took trips to The Gutter, the local nightspot. She only went to ogle the females in rather revealing clothing. And that's when she met the one she fell in love with. Audrey.
At first, the blonde Audrey had wondered why Olivia- who called herself Orin- never wanted to get in bed with her. But the girl had obviously gotten used to it. Olivia would ride her motorcycle to Audrey's workplace, the little flower shop on Skid Row, to pick the girl up for a date. And then... "Orin?"
"OHMYGOD!" Olivia sat bolt upright, staring at the doorway with a horrified expression on her face. Why did Audrey have to come tonight, of all nights? The one night when she wanted to be alone to plot how to rid the world of masochists...
Audrey blinked. "Orin? What's wrong? Why did your voice go all high-pitched? Why is your chest bandaged? Why do you look like a g-" The blonde trailed off, eyes widening with realization. "Oh my God..."
"No, Audrey! Wait!" Olivia yelled, then drooped. Too late. The blonde had already left. Damn, damn, damn... Well, life was over as Olivia knew it. Now to commit suicide while making it seem like some sort of accident. Her opportunity came the next day at the office. Seymour, Audrey's coworker walked in, clutching something in his pocket. Olivia knew Audrey liked Seymour from the way she had talked about him all the time. She drooped a little, but forced a smile. "I'll be with you in a moment!" she hissed, trying to pretend nothing was wrong, and also trying not to give her feminity away. She left the room to pull on her gas mask, and turned it on. Pretending to be unable to get it off, the dentist soon suffocated.
Seymour blinked. "And I wanted a checkup..." he whined, kicking the unmoving figure at his feet. "Oh well. Might as well feed that plant of mine." So, whistling happily, the florist dragged Olivia's body back to the shop, somehow managing to avoid being seen by anyone on Skid Row even though it was broad daylight and he was dragging the body down the middle of the street. "Ooh, blood!" he grinned as he "accidentally" cracked the body's head open on the sidewalk. "Oops. I hope the police don't suspect me."
Hours later, Seymour glanced out the window of the shop to see Audrey being dragged away in handcuffs by two police officers. "Should I tell them that Audrey's innocent? Nah..." Then he turned around and finished feeding random pieces of the dentist to Audrey II.
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Everyone's favorite dentist, the sadistic Scrivello, was riding home from work. It had been a long day. And, for some reason, masochists just happened to find this particular human's office. And, of course, one had showed up that day. Wilbur Force. Worse than that Denton guy.
Entering the small building, Scrivello unzipped the leather jacket, placed the helmet by the door, and walked into the bedroom. Flopping down onto the bed, the dentist sighed, "Oh, that feels good... I hate bad days at work." The bloodstained uniform was unbuttoned, to reveal a formfitting white blouse underneath, which was pulled off to reveal Ace bandage wrapped tightly around the chest. "I can't keep this up forever. One day, she'll find out, and it'll all be over," Olivia Scrivello groaned.
Wait, you're probably asking. Who's Olivia? What happened to Orin? Well.. Olivia was an only child, and a violent one. Called a tomboy by most who knew her, the girl enjoyed beating up small animals around the neighborhood, and other children. This continued until puberty... and the late teens. That's when Olivia discovered her sexual preference. She preferred girls over guys. Ashamed of that fact, she began to wear pants more often. First, it was just around the house. Then it was once a week outside. It finally got to the point where Olivia wore dresses only for special occasions. She wore shirts to large for her, and slouched when she walked to hide her female chest. Then she discovered the magic of bandages. Bandaging her chest, although it was a little uncomfortable, flattened her chest. That, combined with lowering her voice and cutting her hair, made her look like a feminine man. She practiced lowering her voice, since she had a rather high-pitched one. And manly men don't have high girly voices. By then, she had moved to her own apartment. Her mother, although she didn't quite approve, accepted Olivia's choice, and gave her encouragement. Her uncle had, after all, liked other men, so her mom was okay with it. Otherwise... Olivia shuddered at the thought. She probably wouldn't be here today.
Olivia had, by now, completed medical school and became a doctor of dental surgery, thanks to her childhood obsession. Any gory movie that was made was eagerly watched by the sadist, who had even given lectures (illustrated, of course!) on the Spanish Inquisition. Oh... the memory of that particular lecture was still thrilling. But a person like her couldn't stay single forever! She needed someone to be with, to talk to, to boss around, to practice new dental techniques on. So Olivia took trips to The Gutter, the local nightspot. She only went to ogle the females in rather revealing clothing. And that's when she met the one she fell in love with. Audrey.
At first, the blonde Audrey had wondered why Olivia- who called herself Orin- never wanted to get in bed with her. But the girl had obviously gotten used to it. Olivia would ride her motorcycle to Audrey's workplace, the little flower shop on Skid Row, to pick the girl up for a date. And then... "Orin?"
"OHMYGOD!" Olivia sat bolt upright, staring at the doorway with a horrified expression on her face. Why did Audrey have to come tonight, of all nights? The one night when she wanted to be alone to plot how to rid the world of masochists...
Audrey blinked. "Orin? What's wrong? Why did your voice go all high-pitched? Why is your chest bandaged? Why do you look like a g-" The blonde trailed off, eyes widening with realization. "Oh my God..."
"No, Audrey! Wait!" Olivia yelled, then drooped. Too late. The blonde had already left. Damn, damn, damn... Well, life was over as Olivia knew it. Now to commit suicide while making it seem like some sort of accident. Her opportunity came the next day at the office. Seymour, Audrey's coworker walked in, clutching something in his pocket. Olivia knew Audrey liked Seymour from the way she had talked about him all the time. She drooped a little, but forced a smile. "I'll be with you in a moment!" she hissed, trying to pretend nothing was wrong, and also trying not to give her feminity away. She left the room to pull on her gas mask, and turned it on. Pretending to be unable to get it off, the dentist soon suffocated.
Seymour blinked. "And I wanted a checkup..." he whined, kicking the unmoving figure at his feet. "Oh well. Might as well feed that plant of mine." So, whistling happily, the florist dragged Olivia's body back to the shop, somehow managing to avoid being seen by anyone on Skid Row even though it was broad daylight and he was dragging the body down the middle of the street. "Ooh, blood!" he grinned as he "accidentally" cracked the body's head open on the sidewalk. "Oops. I hope the police don't suspect me."
Hours later, Seymour glanced out the window of the shop to see Audrey being dragged away in handcuffs by two police officers. "Should I tell them that Audrey's innocent? Nah..." Then he turned around and finished feeding random pieces of the dentist to Audrey II.