“Welcome to Hollywood Mr Gecko, the land where dreams come true---unless you’re fat, old or ugly,” Chanel grins excited, hands extending to show her set, chin up. Her most prized posession next to her money and her phone. This was her year, she could feel it. Back on top, richer and more popular than ever, and thanks to her almost-breakdown she had last year she doesn’t even have to be sort of nice to her fans anymore! She can send them rats for all she cares, those idiots will love it anyway. It’s only up from now on until she becomes the first female president and changes the name of his country to United States of Chanel. “Now, you might be a fan, I know most of America is, so if you have any kind of questions about my life or job you better keep those to yourself because I don’t care. You can try and ask Number Three and see what she tells you. As everyone knows, I’ve been chased by not one but multiple serial killers in my past few years, and the only reason why I survived is because my good heart gave me exactly the kind of karma I needed to stay alive. Now there’s a new Red Devil on the loose and I will not tolerate nor I deserve going through that kind of hell again,” she sighs, her hands clapping together, “enter you. What better than a personal murderer to stop a murderer, right? Personal security is overrated anyways, and I still can’t find Hester, so... what do you say?” // @riichgecko liked.
