Post by Yzma on Mar 16, 2009 18:12:45 GMT -5
Yzma paced annoyed down a randomly chosen path, with a thunder cloud over her head. Literally. The little thing had been following her around all day long without any trace of mercy.
Yzma cursed under her breath, there were ALWAYS something or someone in her way.
Since the day Kuzco was born my life has been a living hell! she muttered darkly. And it didn`t seem to ever stop, even though Kuzco weren`t around anymore.
For a moment she stopped in her tracks as she heard music being played nearby.
The purple woman rolled her eyes as she spotted the teacup ride the song were coming from.
How incredibly stupid, she muttered with distaste, meaning both the song and the teacups.
As on clue she heard the sound of running footsteps.
She turned slowly, fearing what she might see. And right enough, a bunch of little kids came running towards her, eagerly screaming and shouting.
Oh no! her eyes widened.
To not to being attacked, tugged slewed on and forced to write autographs, Yzma retreated the only open way she saw, right down the (empty) waiting line to the teacup ride.
Unfortunately, as it were empty, there were plenty of room for the kids to take places as well..
Minutes later they were all "happily" riding.
Yzma were on the edge of going insane, not only did she have to listen to the stupid unbirtday song over the speakers, no, those annoying little brats were belting out on the top of their lungs and terribly off key, along with it.
And it played again and again. And again!
Yzma cursed under her breath, there were ALWAYS something or someone in her way.
Since the day Kuzco was born my life has been a living hell! she muttered darkly. And it didn`t seem to ever stop, even though Kuzco weren`t around anymore.
For a moment she stopped in her tracks as she heard music being played nearby.
The purple woman rolled her eyes as she spotted the teacup ride the song were coming from.
How incredibly stupid, she muttered with distaste, meaning both the song and the teacups.
As on clue she heard the sound of running footsteps.
She turned slowly, fearing what she might see. And right enough, a bunch of little kids came running towards her, eagerly screaming and shouting.
Oh no! her eyes widened.
To not to being attacked, tugged slewed on and forced to write autographs, Yzma retreated the only open way she saw, right down the (empty) waiting line to the teacup ride.
Unfortunately, as it were empty, there were plenty of room for the kids to take places as well..
Minutes later they were all "happily" riding.
Yzma were on the edge of going insane, not only did she have to listen to the stupid unbirtday song over the speakers, no, those annoying little brats were belting out on the top of their lungs and terribly off key, along with it.
And it played again and again. And again!
