Henrietta Biggle (
noncomformist) wrote in
progresscity2018-06-21 07:59 pm
We're All Stars Now
Who: Henrietta and You
When: Throughout 6/22
Where: Main Street U.S.A., the Library, and Joffrey's Coffee Shop
Summary: A ten year old goth is dismayed by the poser magical kingdom she has found herself trapped in.
Warnings: Vulgarity, tobacco use, hardcore goth
A. Main Street U.S.A., Morning, 6/22
[What child doesn't dream of Disney World? The sights of the park is the dream of just about every American boy and girl. The idea of being able to cut loose and be in Disney World would unattended would give just about any pre-teen a heart attack out of pure joy. What child would possibly hate being here?
The answer is this child.
Henrietta stalks Main Street, cigarette holder in hand as her eyes dart from one building to the next. Somehow her frown just grows deeper as she looks from store front to storefront, colorful and magical, before her eyes dart to the castle at the center of it all.]
Oh my God.
[She takes a slow drag on her cigarette.]
This is so lame. So lame.
B. The Library, Afternoon
[Eventually Henrietta finds her way to the library. She isn't the biggest reader, but maybe they could have something, anything, interesting. At the moment she's flipping through books, annoyed, as she tries to find something worth reading.]
Where the fuck is the occult and dark arts section.
C. Joffrey's Coffee Shop, Evening
[As lame and conformist as this place is, at least it has coffee. Sure, it's not as dark and dingy as The Village Inn was, but at least there's something with even a little goth here. She's taken a seat in the corner of the shop, drinking cup after cup of coffee and smoking the whole time, writing something down in a notebook.
If anyone tried to look at it, it would appear to be poetry. Dark poetry. Soul cutting poetry, that only a ten year old with their ten years of wisdom could write.]
When: Throughout 6/22
Where: Main Street U.S.A., the Library, and Joffrey's Coffee Shop
Summary: A ten year old goth is dismayed by the poser magical kingdom she has found herself trapped in.
Warnings: Vulgarity, tobacco use, hardcore goth
A. Main Street U.S.A., Morning, 6/22
[What child doesn't dream of Disney World? The sights of the park is the dream of just about every American boy and girl. The idea of being able to cut loose and be in Disney World would unattended would give just about any pre-teen a heart attack out of pure joy. What child would possibly hate being here?
The answer is this child.
Henrietta stalks Main Street, cigarette holder in hand as her eyes dart from one building to the next. Somehow her frown just grows deeper as she looks from store front to storefront, colorful and magical, before her eyes dart to the castle at the center of it all.]
Oh my God.
[She takes a slow drag on her cigarette.]
This is so lame. So lame.
B. The Library, Afternoon
[Eventually Henrietta finds her way to the library. She isn't the biggest reader, but maybe they could have something, anything, interesting. At the moment she's flipping through books, annoyed, as she tries to find something worth reading.]
Where the fuck is the occult and dark arts section.
C. Joffrey's Coffee Shop, Evening
[As lame and conformist as this place is, at least it has coffee. Sure, it's not as dark and dingy as The Village Inn was, but at least there's something with even a little goth here. She's taken a seat in the corner of the shop, drinking cup after cup of coffee and smoking the whole time, writing something down in a notebook.
If anyone tried to look at it, it would appear to be poetry. Dark poetry. Soul cutting poetry, that only a ten year old with their ten years of wisdom could write.]

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[She taps some of the ash of her cigarette away, hunching over the table a bit to lean in as well, conspiratorially. And then she leans back as the coffee goes flying, grabbing her notebook before it can be splattered.]
God. Sucks for the waitress.
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...Wow. You really don't care at all.
[That's the kind of apathy that'd drive people insane with jealousy.]
So you're not...scared? [It's said after a moment of deliberation as he reaches for some napkins to wipe up what he can.]
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No. It's just coffee. It was going to get used up somehow anyway.
...No.
[It takes her a moment to say no. To hide it. But hopefully she does enough to not have it be obvious.]
I was always gonna end up in a shallow grave anyway. Doesn't matter if its back home or if its here in the kingdom of conformists.
[She pauses for a moment too, before taking a napkin to help wipe the table. Usually she'd just let the waitress do it, but if you ARE going to do it, Kenny....fuck. She'll help, she guesses.]
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It'd be really fucking undignified to be killed here. Especially if it turns out, like...it's not nice or cool at all, like it's being run by psychopath super villain Illumanati guys who're just pretending to be Disney.
[Somehow, he wouldn't be surprised. It also gets him to hurry up cleaning, because what if they're already attracting the attention of said psychos? The waitress could be a plant. Spooky.
When he's finished:]
You're friends with Stan, aren't you?
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[Wow Kenny. You are just cleaning this table like a motherfucker. She’s kind of surprised at how hard and nervously you’re going at it.]
Who, Raven? He went back to being a conformist.
[Or at least always had been one. He didn’t really seem to get the goth thing in general.]
He was alright.
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[He thinks they've ditched the purity rings though. So at least that's out. Hopefully.
...Please God, don't let them bring back the purity rings.]
I dunno, I thought you guys still talked. You, the tall guy, the kid with the weird hair, and that little kindergartner who wears lipstick.
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[She seems to think on that a moment.]
Sure. We talk to him. But we’re not friends. Goths don’t do friends.
[Thats just a rule of being goth. Sure you have people you like and they’re LIKE friends, but you don’t call them friends. Basically, being goth is like the longest running LARP possible.
She’s quiet a second, then adds.]
We have names.
[Usually that shit wouldn’t bother her. But he’s like the one person here from home. It wouldn’t be goth to care about that detail yeah. But still, lacking the others in her clique, she kind of does.]
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[Inception.]
...Okay. [Fair enough.] My name's Kenny. What's yours?
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[She dismisses that immediately. Kenny just isn’t goth enough to get it. He’s goth enough to see past it and completely nail it, but not get it. Clearly.]
I’m Henrietta. It’s a pretty goth name. It’s the one thing my stupid parents did right.
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I guess that sounds pretty goth. Better than something fruity and lame like Vampir or Nightass or whatever those other kids call themselves.
[It's a little exhausting pretending he's out of the loop, but ykno. Secret identity business.]
So what's next?
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[She sighs, blowing cigarette smoke out as she rests her head on one of her hands.]
See what else is here. Not like I’m leaving anytime soon.
[she pauses again.]
Kenny.
That’s the name of that Karen kid’s brother. That you?
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[It gets a bit of a laugh out of him and for a minute he's back to high spirits. It lasts for a good five seconds before the hidden elephant in the room rears its head when she asks her next question.]
Uh-huh. Karen's my little sister. [No big deal.] Are you "friends" with her?
[Special emphasis on the word, mainly because of her last comment.]
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She’s pretty goth, so she’s alright. [Which is Henrietta speak for liking her.] That douchebag Mike almost turned her into a vampire if it wasn’t for that new kid and some kid with pretty goth dark powers. I helped.
Oh yeah. Eric Cartman was there too. He didn’t.
[Yeah Kenny some of your friends suck at maintaining a secret identity.]
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[Yeah, this kind of thing happens all the time.]
Didn't know that was you. Guess that explains a lot; especially since things managed to get done even though Cartman was there.
[Part of him wonders what would have happened if they just left him in that jail. Missed opportunities.]
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[Sorry Kenny. In her own way she means that to be reassuring, as much as even letting Karen entertain this is sort of a compromise.]
I don’t fuck around about putting down vamp kids. Your sister’s guardian angel helped though. Now he was hardcore.
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[Okay, this is a damned if he does, damned if he doesn't moment because if he reacts the way he really wants to (pleased and happy!) if would definitely be suspicious, BUT if he tries to play it off like a cool guy, that'd be just as weird. So Kenny just...rolls with it somewhere down the middle.]
She has a lot of people who look out for her. It's...really nice.
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[Also meant to be comforting. Needless to say, Henrietta isn’t so great at being comforting.]
You get along with your family, huh?
I don’t. Family are assholes.
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Don't you have a brother? He's not an asshole, last I remember. [And god, is Kenny trying to forget. Still, it needs to be asked for appearances.] And I bet they'd be worried about you if they knew you were here.
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[She clacks her teeth, grimacing.]
He’s a little leech. Was. Wherever he is.
[Sge doesn’t know and doesn’t care where that is, is the front that she tries to give off. But she has to admit, a part of her does wander where the little freak is. Even if he only came back to flip her off.]</small)
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What if he was taken here too except way earlier than we were? Maybe they have him put to work underneath Pirates turning the cranks that move the ride and cleaning up all the ashes people dump of their dead family members.
[He's not even really kidding, because if slavery's the intention here that's exactly what he could see happening to them.]
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[Henrietta actually hadn’t heard that before. Disney has seemed so conformist and happy sappy that it made sense. It had to have that darkness underneath. That goth feel. Because that was real life.]
The Pirates of the Caribbean ride is probably super haunted we should check it out.
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I saw on YouTube that one of the skeletons in the ride is actually real. I don't know if that's goth enough, but it's pretty awesome all the same.
[Also horribly morbid and weird, but he'll cross that bridge once the mystique of actually fucking around Pirates of the goddamn Carribean wears off.]
I wanna see it, but up close, not in one of the dumb boats.
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[She takes a deep drag from her cigarette before flicking it to the ground.]
Let’s do it.
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[That's the quickest you'll ever see Kenny hop out of a chair. Images of Bradley toiling in some evil slaver's basement are put on the backburner.
Annnnnd off they go to have some good clean fun and potentially die from their hubris!]
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Let’s get this show on the road.
The ride itself is...okay. It’s surprisingly not AS lame as she thought it would be. Pirates are in their own way kinda goth. Still she isn’t going to look too excited. Or say too much til they come up on the skeletons.]
That it?
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