We're All Stars Now

[noncomformist]

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.]

Comments

[noncomformist]

[Then why'd you even bring it up? Just to push your bullshit bootleg dolls?

Because it's kind of working.]

How much do you want for it?

[encino]

13 bucks.

Since it be an occult number.

[noncomformist]

13 isn't occult, you dickhole.

[Wow. This guy is looking more and more like he doesn't know a fucking thing about the occult. What a poser.]

I'll give you six dollars and sixty-six cents for it.

[encino]

The Bible assigned ’13’ the meaning of “rebellion against constituted authority”, plus the depravity that caused Satan to be rebellin' against God.

[He crosses his arms.]

The occultist assigns ‘6’ to represent the number of man, and the number ‘7’ to represent the number of divine perfection. Thus, as a person climbs that “Jacob’s Ladder” toward self-perfection in the realm of the occult, the number ’13’ represents the state of divine perfection, self-achieved perfection, and Illumination. Six plus seven be thirteen, after all.

[noncomformist]

[Well. Okay. That gets her to silence on that part.

Give her a minute. She's reaching for thirteen dollars.]

Give me the fucking doll.

[Yeah she's taking that thing now.]

[encino]

[Patchy silently passes the doll over with the tact of an actual drug deal.]

The pact be sealed.

[noncomformist]

[Clenching her cigarette holder between her teeth, she takes the doll in both hands, turning it over.]

So does it have any magical properties? Is it a fetish or some kind of offering or what?

[encino]

...It be Squidward.

[noncomformist]

I know who it is you bag of scurvy infected spunk! I mean what's special about the doll?!

[encino]

It has a noose tied around it's neck.

[noncomformist]

Oh my god I thought it was supposed to be occult! What's supernatural about it?

[encino]

...It be possessed. By a ghost.

[noncomformist]

[Ugh. That's the stupidest thing she's ever heard. She just groans a bit at that before turning to leave.

Whatever. The doll is stupid as hell, but at least the dumb pirate made it look kind of goth. It's not a total loss.]

[encino]

[fingersguns!]