A knock on my door [Open for followers of Charlie]

Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. This place is boring. Sadie-Jo had been up and down this place searching for Charlie. She's checked inside the mouse holes, underneath the furniture, like where else could he be? Sure, she's asked a few people and they said he was out, but what did they know?

She needed something to spruce this little adventure up, and what better way to do that then act like a secret agent. Putting her fingers into the shape of a gun, Sadie-Jo started chanting the theme song to Mission Impossible and zoomed back and forth between corners of different objects. She even attempted a roll, but that was a fail. The stupid wall got in her way and she slammed right into it. Not her fault, dumb wall.

Standing up, and brushing the dirt off her beautiful dress made up of different photographs. None of her own because that would be silly. Egotistical, in fact. Nope, they were just random photos that happened to randomly pop up into her collection after she raided through peoples' personal belongings. Each of the photos showed a different embarrassing detail, maybe a funny face, maybe them doing something they didn't want anyone to know about, all fun stuff.

Readjusting her Cleopatra styled black wig, Sadie-Jo decided it was time to make her nice little sun dress into a beautiful ball gown, so she needed to acquire more pictures. So she went along knocking on peoples' doors. If they didn't answer she just walked straight in. If they weren't there she took what she wanted, if they were, she still took what she wanted. All she had left to do was charm speak them into it.

Room after room, she took and she took. Her purse was filled to the brim, but she still had one more room to go. Knocking on the door, Sadie-Jo realized what beautiful music she could make. So she started beating the crap out of the door, going all drum solo on that thing. But then she was rudely interrupted by a girl.

Forgetting what she was up to, Sadie-Jo gave Salia the good look down. How dare she interrupt her music. Who did she think she was?

"Yes, what is it?"

Sadie-Jo looked at Salia like she was the one that came to her. Sadie-Jo even crossed her arms, total diva.

Sadie-Jo nodded towards the apology. She didn't completely understand it, but it'll do. But seriously, who didn't change in public? You didn't get that sense of freedom, and the look of surprise from the people who walked in on it, hilarious.

Then came the awkward conversation change. Small talk was for losers and peasants, and Sadie Jo was neither of those. She was a queen. Everything was hers, she was just letting people borrow it, and she had no time to deal with meaningless conversations. She had possessions to reclaim.

Making her way past Salia, Sadie Jo gave the place a good look down. And she was severely disappointed. There was nothing here worth taking. Nothing. How drab.

"Honey, honey. We must do something about this."

Sadie-Jo emphasized to the whole room. She had to help this poor poor girl. Dropping her purse off in the corner, started to formulate a plan.

"Ok, darling. Put on your best clothes and meet me downstairs."

Clapping all fast and smiling at Salia, Sadie Jo felt like she was just the best person ever. The decision was final and before Salia could disagree, Sadie Jo hurried out of the room, leaving her purse, to get ready. This outfit just would not do anymore.

Running into a room that she was pretty sure was hers..pretty sure. Yeah, not too sure, but it'll do. Sadie-Jo threw her clothes on the floor, and raced to the closet. That's when she figured out that she was wrong. This was not her room, this was a boys room. It had boy things. Gross.

Noticing her mistake, Sadie-Jo walked out of the room leaving her clothes behind and made her way to another room, that may or may not be her room. There were a couple screams, a couple of whistles, and one person that's nose bled on her way there, you know the usual. Upon entering the room, Sadie Jo again raced to the closet and put on something simple. A slim black dress, black heels, and a giant Victorian styled hat with black roses lining it. Nothing too glamorous, didn't want Salia to feel bad.

Now that she was feeling all glamorous, Sadie Jo headed down stairs and waited. And waited. It had to be like five seconds, that's doing too much. She needed entertainment. Checking out the lobby that was practically deserted, Sadie Jo pulled out her phone. When all else fails, prank calls save the day. Dialing in the first number that she could think of, she waited.

"911, what is your emergency?"
"What are you wearing?"
"Ma'am, you shouldn't call unless you have an emergency."
"Oh i do. You stole my heart!"
"Ma'am I'm going to hang up."
"Oh playing hard to get, meow."

Then came the buzz kill. She was just about to say something else when Ms. Sneakers with Dress comes along and asks about her outfit. The dude totally hung up, dang. Just about to retort with something probably witty and hilarious, Sadie Jo gave Salia the second look down. It had a whole icy look with a I don't care thrown in there. Sneakers with a  nice dress, fabooo! Completely excited with the outcome, Sadie Jo got all excited and clapped really fast! Now time to go have fun!

"Wonderful! Now, I have a question for you! Where is the best place to get nice clothes and nice things? Come on guess! I wont tell you! Ok, a fashion show, you figured it out. Lets go!"

Sadie Jo said it so fast that even her own head was spinning but that didn't distract her from the point. Walking out onto the street she whistled for a cab so they could head out to the nearest fashion show. Time to go clothes shopping!

Sadie-Jo is not a therapist. Sadie Jo does not care about others. Sadie Jo is busy jamming out to the song on the radio. She had no idea what the song was, but at the moment it was her jam! Besides it was the only thing keeping her from bringing the smack down on Salia for not ever being to a fashion show. But then Salia changed the subject to something way more interesting, me. 

Now the question is, how to go about this? Would it be more fun to lie? Or is the truth a more exciting tale? 

"Ok, so before I came to America I got all shipwrecked and things were all sucky, but then dearest mom brought me here. I'm pretty sure she wanted me to come to Camp-Halfblood, but I'm not that great at following plans. I do my own thing. So I ended up infront of Camp Halfblood, and i was just about to go in when I saw there nasty looking orange shirts. Who wears things like that!? Disgusting, it was really upsetting. So I ran out of there, and I made it on my own. 

I spent my time writing up contracts and sitting outside AT&T stores and offering to give people free phones as long as they sign the contract. People never read contracts so I have about 23 people who have signed their life over to me and 3 that owe me their third child.

So I was doing pretty good with my business, when Charlie came up. He told me all about his plan and honestly I fell asleep. Then I woke up. Then I fell back to sleep. When I finally was awake he was looking at me with his crazy old eyes, can you say creep? So to get him to stop staring at me, I offered him a deal. I'll do random errands for him as long as he paid me and didn't stare at  me with his creepy looking face."

Sadie Jo shivered as she thought about those crazy eyes. Charlie sure was creepin, that's why she didn't sell her soul to him, she didn't give any of her stuff away, instead she loaned it from time to time. 

Looking out the window, Sadie Jo noticed that they were finally here! PARTAY TIME! Getting out of the cab, she whispered into the cab driver's ear, and grabbed ahold of Salia. They had to get rush in there. She was not paying for the meter.

"Time's are tough, let's go!"

Making her way to where the bouncer was, Sadie Jo pulled one of her previous mentioned contracts out of the top of her dress, and the bouncer gave her this oh crap look. Pointing all angry like at it, the bouncer let them in, but not before she whispered something in his ear.

He ended up following them in there and carried two people out of the front row. She liked a nice warm seat, her poor fanny deserved better than back row disgrace seats that were freeze your butt off cold. Getting all comfortable, Sadie Jo poked a button on her hat that made it grow at least two times its last size. Looking back at the poor people behind her who could now not see, she just started laughing.

"Ohh big hat! Have fun with the show!"

Sadie Jo smiled in Salia's direction. This was great, Sadie Jo was already having so much fun and the best part hasn't even started yet!

(Might I join in with Cole? c: )

(Sure!)