Post by Mary-Lou White on Apr 16, 2009 12:16:49 GMT -5
The pure chauvinism implicit in that smirk made the normally placid Mary-Lou’s blood boil. If there was one thing she hated it was men treating her like a second class citizen, and unfortunately she tended to get that quite a bit owing to the fact that she was female, or blonde, or at times a little bit simple. Needless to say she was also less than thrilled about his suggestion that they were heading further away from solid land. Why couldn’t they have just taken the elevator like normal people? Heck, she was in decent shape – she would have settled for the stairs! Luckily for him, she was so annoyed by him in that moment that he could have called her by her full Christian name and she probably wouldn’t have noticed.
“Faster’n you can, no doubt!” she shot back, surprised at the catty tone in her voice and amazed that she didn’t feel too bad at all for having delivered what she considered a particularly stinging verbal slap. Throwing him a defiant glare and reminding herself staunchly not to look down, Mary-Lou decided that it was well and truly to get her corn-fed butt out of there. She moved to the cable and took hold of it, also clinging desperately to the realisation that if the elevator plummeted she would likely survive as long as she was above the point where the cable snapped. Oh goody. Wrapping herself around it as they had been taught over and over again at the Academy, she began to worm her way up the cable with a show of strength that her girly body betrayed. She paused, looking back down at the dweeb.
“Are you coming?” she asked him loftily.
“Faster’n you can, no doubt!” she shot back, surprised at the catty tone in her voice and amazed that she didn’t feel too bad at all for having delivered what she considered a particularly stinging verbal slap. Throwing him a defiant glare and reminding herself staunchly not to look down, Mary-Lou decided that it was well and truly to get her corn-fed butt out of there. She moved to the cable and took hold of it, also clinging desperately to the realisation that if the elevator plummeted she would likely survive as long as she was above the point where the cable snapped. Oh goody. Wrapping herself around it as they had been taught over and over again at the Academy, she began to worm her way up the cable with a show of strength that her girly body betrayed. She paused, looking back down at the dweeb.
“Are you coming?” she asked him loftily.
