
MTV finally figures out what to do with the Daria show.

MTV finally figures out what to do with the Daria show.
Daria and Jane overhear a Fashion Club telephone meeting. Posted over at PPMB.
Daria has to sit for another interview. Created for PPMB
Daria has to go to Quinn for an interview. Created for a thread over at PPMB.
For PPMB
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Daria was slammed back into the fighter's seat as she increased the speed of the plane in an attempt to escape. Her eyes lifted briefly to the huge mother ship above her, now exploding internally with huge chunks falling to the ground. Damnit, Damnit, Damnit. Why did she have to be the one to fire the missle that had taken out the craft.
"You did it! Woo-Hoo! The son of a bitch did it!" The President's voice screamed into her head set, along with most of the remaining pilots and crew. Daria pulled the headset from her head, dropped it on her lap and sighed. Now, no one would ever leave her alone.
For PPMB
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"Dad?" Daria knocked on the upstairs bathroom door.
"Kiddo? You got it?" The door opened slightly and a hand reached out.
"One roll of toilet paper. here you go." Daria passed it in.
"That's great! And so quick! My wallet's in the living room on the coffee table." The door closed as daria went downstairs to get the twenty bucks.
Another short written for PPMB. Jane and Daria get picked for a very important mission.
Daria and Jane stood side by side looking up into the desert night sky. A heavy metal box sat in front of them.
"No one is ever going to believe this." Jane whispered as she watched the light shoot through the night sky.
"Jane, I don't belive it. I mean why did they pick the two of us?"
"Um, because you forgot to put gas in your mother's car?"
"Thank Quinn for that." Daria sighed, stooped and lifted the box. "We better get going. We have to reach the highway before the sun comes up."
"Why do we have to do that?" Jane picked up their backpacks and followed Daria.
"Jane. Think of the desert sun. It'll fry your brain. More so than now."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny. Got everything?"
"I think so....." Their voices drifted out as the camera pulls in to focus on a manual laying on the groud, the words "Instruction Manual" clearly labeled on the front cover.
For PPMB. Daria has to sit for yet another interview.
Daria paused before answering. She knew the answer to his question but just wanted to pause and give it some drama.
Plus she also wanted to remind herself that she had been through so many interviews in the last few weeks, she really needed this one to cover her rent.
"I have to admit that I think your writing has been rather lacking in the past. The latest work, while getting great reviews, lacked character development. I hope I'm giving the chance to change that." She paused for a moment. "While keeping in the style of your last works and giving you the opportunity to sneak in as many CGIs and product placements as you can."
The man sat back in his chair and stratched his beard. For the 47th time in the last 10 minutes Daria thought while trying to keep here lunch down.
"How do you feel about science fiction conventions?"
"Love them," Daria said with a much of a straight face as she could. She still remembered her last one.
"Any problem with being around fan boys?"
"Can't wait to meet them." Steady stomache. It'll all be over in just a few minutes.
George Lucas nodded to himself and reached across his desk. "Congrats. I think I've just hired my new writer for Star Wars 7: The Fall of the Rebellion!" he said with a huge smile on his face. "And, if you do good enough, I'll give you a shot at the next two."
"I can hardly wait."
Apoligizes to RLobinske:
Quinn looked over the bloodly bodies laying on the ground. All she wanted was a ride home after school. They had first started bragging about their cars and then their car's back seats and then the fists had started flying. She sighed and turned towards the camera.
"Sometimes, it's not good to be the Quinn."
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