Post by Lessien Melwasul on Mar 10, 2009 22:26:37 GMT -5
~The crowd cheers as the backstage area and the ever so lovely Graciela comes into focus.~
Graciela: Tonight begins the epic struggle three part-
~Betty palms Graciela's face, and stiff arms her from the shot again... the crowd gave it to her with both barrels.~
"You have a sharp tongue, Lover. Don't think I haven't heard
every
last
word."
~Alice mocked.~
"It's the thought that counts."
~Betty looked equally unamused.~
"Maybe I should let her cut out your double edged tongue and give it to an old "friend" of mine who is in
desperate
need
of a new toy."
~Alice turned to innocent sexuality as thoughts danced again.~
"Play with me."
~Betty found the camera and a reason for being.~
"Which brings us to you little paper Drew ..."
~Alice looked deep inside.~
"The girl who would be real."
~But Betty waved a finger in warning.~
"But this ain't Disney, Lover. This is the real thing, where little children get locked in ovens at a million fucking degrees."
"So hungry."
"Isn't that what you said to me. So desperate to be real ... to be fucking whole. It must drive you almost mad to be
this
close."
~Alice measured the smallest space with her finger tips.~
"And if you're not? You soon will be, because this close is exactly where I plan to leave you when this month is through. This close to being an actual star. This close to finally being a woman. This close to being what everyone said you could be."
"Lady lies."
~Alice whispered.~
"Don't even listen to her. I'm telling you the truth, just like I always do ... it's everyone who has lied to you about your potential, your future, your dreams."
"This?"
"Oh Lover, this is as close as you are ever going to be."
~The Cheshire grin spread as the camera closed in and faded away.~
Bazztard: That's tonight!
Graciela: Tonight begins the epic struggle three part-
~Betty palms Graciela's face, and stiff arms her from the shot again... the crowd gave it to her with both barrels.~
"You have a sharp tongue, Lover. Don't think I haven't heard
every
last
word."
~Alice mocked.~
"It's the thought that counts."
~Betty looked equally unamused.~
"Maybe I should let her cut out your double edged tongue and give it to an old "friend" of mine who is in
desperate
need
of a new toy."
~Alice turned to innocent sexuality as thoughts danced again.~
"Play with me."
~Betty found the camera and a reason for being.~
"Which brings us to you little paper Drew ..."
~Alice looked deep inside.~
"The girl who would be real."
~But Betty waved a finger in warning.~
"But this ain't Disney, Lover. This is the real thing, where little children get locked in ovens at a million fucking degrees."
"So hungry."
"Isn't that what you said to me. So desperate to be real ... to be fucking whole. It must drive you almost mad to be
this
close."
~Alice measured the smallest space with her finger tips.~
"And if you're not? You soon will be, because this close is exactly where I plan to leave you when this month is through. This close to being an actual star. This close to finally being a woman. This close to being what everyone said you could be."
"Lady lies."
~Alice whispered.~
"Don't even listen to her. I'm telling you the truth, just like I always do ... it's everyone who has lied to you about your potential, your future, your dreams."
"This?"
"Oh Lover, this is as close as you are ever going to be."
~The Cheshire grin spread as the camera closed in and faded away.~
Bazztard: That's tonight!