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progresscity2018-06-21 07:59 pm
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.]
no subject
No. Way.
You don’t own bones, bitch, unless that’s YOUR body right there.