Hollywood Hills __% Soon after finding out from the miss bitch herself, Claudia Langston that she would be having a three on one handicap match later this week, she decided to fly home for a little while to relax with her friend Tara Bledel. Last time she hung out with her, Tara had to fly to Detroit, so she thought that she would pay her a visit, plus it had been a while since she had been in her hometown. The home of the stars, people that are so fucking jaded it's not even funny. Gisele herself might even be a little jaded, but who is keeping tabs, right? After having her plane land at the Los Angelos airport, she grabs her bag and heads over to the rent-a-car area. She already had a ferrari on reserve, and so the lady just checked her ID and then handed her the keys and paperwork. Gisele then walked out of the airport and headed over to her red ferrari, and after throwing her bag in the passenger seat she climbs in and drives off. Sometime later, she arrives in Hollywood and seems to have a little smirk on her face as she pulls into a long driveway leading up to a white stone mansion. Tara may not be exactly famous, but her parents happened to be the inventors of Fruit Rollups which landed her family with millions. Hence, the malibu barbie home. Gisele parks the car and then hops out, grabbing her bag as she goes. Before she even reaches the front door, it opens and out steps the butler. He strangly looks a lot like Alfred Pennyworth...you know, the butler from Batman? So that's what she always called him...I don't even know what his real name is. Gisele smiles at "Alfred" and he returns the gesture as he reaches out for her bag. XxXx"Alfred Pennyworth":: Hello Miss Mortenson. It a pleasure to have you with us this evening. Miss Bledel has been waiting for you, as I'm sure your aware. Here, may I take your bags? XxXxGisele Mortenson:: Thanks Alfred! It's awsome to be here again, I've really missed all you guys! __% Alfred only smiles as he grabs her bag and whisks her away into the mansion. The door seems to swing shut by itself as Gisele looks up at the stair case to see Tara standing there with a goofy little grin on her face. XxXxTara Bledel:: Gisele!! It's been years! Oh my god I missed you! __% Tara then takes a running start at Gisele and nearly runs her over in her attempt to embrace her with a hug. Gisele laughs as she hugs her back. XxXxGisele Mortenson:: Tara, sweetie...it's only been like a week. __% Tara now lets go of Gisele, allowing her to breathe as she composes herself. XxXxTara Bledel:: Oh I know that. But it's been like years since you've actually been here...in the Hollywood Hills of Cali-for-ni-aaa! __% Gisele and Tara continue to talk and giggle about mostly non sensible things, when Mr. and Mrs. Bledel start to come down the stairs. Gisele looks up at them with a smile on her face as she walks over to give them both a hug. Unlike her parents, the Bledels had always been really supportive of her interest and now career in pro wrestling. This was basically her home away from home all her teenage years. XxXxGisele Mortenson:: Hey mom and dad! *she smiles* How have you guys been? Miss me much? XxXxMr. Bledel:: Of course we've missed you Gisele! Although, the house is a lot quieter without you here. *he smirks* XxXxGisele Mortenson:: Yeah, and I bet a lot more boring too. So, do you two mind if I steal your daughter away for a bit so we can catch up? You know, have some girl time? XxXxMrs. Bledel:: Oh no! By all means, take her! And don't bring her back! XxXxTara Bledel:: Mom, stop it! XxXxMr. Bledel:: You girls have fun, we'll leave the doors unlocked because I'm sure you two will be out late. XxXxTara Bledel:: Okay, by daddy! __% Gisele also tells them good-bye as the two of them walk outside. Tara takes one look at the red ferrari and looks taken aback. XxXxTara Bledel:: Woah! I didn't know they had these at enterprise! XxXxGisele Mortenson:: *she laughs* They don't. I had to special order it. Hurry up and get in! __% Gisele unlocks the car doors and then they both climb in before peeling out of the drive way. You want it? You got it. __% |