RTS: Sandy the Bellmaker
Apr. 16th, 2008 09:13 am![[personal profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thecatevariAnd THIS is my first pass at Jeff and Jensen meeting Sandy the morning AFTER the fuselage. Again rough, patchy... And if anyone has a better suggestion for the name of Jensen's movie, I am TOTALLY OPEN TO SUGGESTION!
The woman in the door is tiny. The gun held in her small hands, is not. "I think you've come to the wrong door, gentlemen."
"Okay, Jensen Ackles...charm your way out of this."
The Bellmaker's eyes narrow at them over the barrel of her hand cannon and Jensen has the time to mentally recite the first lines of a Hail Mary before the gun swings in his direction. The barrel looks a lot larger and darker when it's pointed at him. "You're Jensen Ackles." Jensen's not sure if it's a question or a statement, and in any case, too frozen in place to make a coherent answer. She waves the gun and helplessly, Jensen's eyes follow it. "You're Jensen Ackles, the actor?"
"Um. Yes?"
The gun tumbles down in a fast and clever flick of her fingers, leaving Jensen to stare at the brilliant smile that transforms her round, pretty face. "I've seen your movies! I've seen all your movies! Even Killer Zombies from Freedonia!"
Far more calmly than he feels, Jensen finds himself saying, "Really? That's out of print now."
"Oh, my God, this is amazing!" She grabs his hand and does a little skippy-hoppy dance. "Guys!" she calls to the women still grouped menacingly at the bottom of the stairs. "Do you know who this is? It's Jensen fucking Ackles! Couldn't you just die?"
One of the women, the shortest and toughest looking with short red hair, lets out a shriek and then bursts into nervous giggles. The tallest, scar-faced and homely, fans herself with her hat like she's only a breath away from fainting. Jensen glances over at Jeff, embarrassed, and finds Jeff looking back like Jensen's suddenly grown a second head.
"Come in!" The Bellmaker says, tucking the gun familiarly in the back of her shorts. "I'm Sandy! Oh, my God, I can't believe this is really happening! Jensen Ackles at my house! If they hadn't seen you for themselves, my friends would never believe me! God, come in!"
"Zombie Killers from Freedonia?" Jeff asks in an undertone while Sandy skips ahead, talking too fast for Jensen or anyone else to get a word in edgewise.
"Killer Zombies From Freedonia," Jensen corrects, wondering if his face looks as red and blushy as it feels from the inside. "It...it wasn't very good, but it became kind of this cult...thing. I don't know.
The woman in the door is tiny. The gun held in her small hands, is not. "I think you've come to the wrong door, gentlemen."
"Okay, Jensen Ackles...charm your way out of this."
The Bellmaker's eyes narrow at them over the barrel of her hand cannon and Jensen has the time to mentally recite the first lines of a Hail Mary before the gun swings in his direction. The barrel looks a lot larger and darker when it's pointed at him. "You're Jensen Ackles." Jensen's not sure if it's a question or a statement, and in any case, too frozen in place to make a coherent answer. She waves the gun and helplessly, Jensen's eyes follow it. "You're Jensen Ackles, the actor?"
"Um. Yes?"
The gun tumbles down in a fast and clever flick of her fingers, leaving Jensen to stare at the brilliant smile that transforms her round, pretty face. "I've seen your movies! I've seen all your movies! Even Killer Zombies from Freedonia!"
Far more calmly than he feels, Jensen finds himself saying, "Really? That's out of print now."
"Oh, my God, this is amazing!" She grabs his hand and does a little skippy-hoppy dance. "Guys!" she calls to the women still grouped menacingly at the bottom of the stairs. "Do you know who this is? It's Jensen fucking Ackles! Couldn't you just die?"
One of the women, the shortest and toughest looking with short red hair, lets out a shriek and then bursts into nervous giggles. The tallest, scar-faced and homely, fans herself with her hat like she's only a breath away from fainting. Jensen glances over at Jeff, embarrassed, and finds Jeff looking back like Jensen's suddenly grown a second head.
"Come in!" The Bellmaker says, tucking the gun familiarly in the back of her shorts. "I'm Sandy! Oh, my God, I can't believe this is really happening! Jensen Ackles at my house! If they hadn't seen you for themselves, my friends would never believe me! God, come in!"
"Zombie Killers from Freedonia?" Jeff asks in an undertone while Sandy skips ahead, talking too fast for Jensen or anyone else to get a word in edgewise.
"Killer Zombies From Freedonia," Jensen corrects, wondering if his face looks as red and blushy as it feels from the inside. "It...it wasn't very good, but it became kind of this cult...thing. I don't know.
