Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2016 16:32:12 GMT
"Hoo?"
Anna Mathews, your new Estrel Medal holder, asks this towards her cotton stuffed friend who is currently pointing a rather low camera at her face. It’s a good thing that she’s try to fix the center console in the TARDIS. Truly, she doesn’t actually need this fucking machine. But try telling that to those idiots that watch too much Doctor Who.
"Lexxi D. Vine!"
Anna blinks, blankly.
"That girl you threw out to win that thing."
More blinking.
"The woman who threatened to sue you because she lost."
Headtilt.
"The one that lacks basic reading comprehension."
And suddenly it clicks in her head as she facepalms.
"Ooooooh! Dat moronic skank hoe!" The realization dies as she sighs. "It's a lil bit redonkulous, doan't ya fink? Aye just git bak into the fold, I win mi shniy fing, und I already gots ta deal with sum unoriginal rich bitch who finks she's tha greatest thing cents sliced bread CAUSE DADDY SEZ SO!" "And yesh, I kno. Chicken Medal, fightin' champion, Eye eliminated her last. It's an obvious desicion tat any fedhed woold make under thee circumstances." Yawn. "But still. How dull. Could've at least throne tat Sailor Cherry at mii. Oar dose aliens."
"Or Hammerstein?”, PuppetLiza chirps as she wiggles nonexistent eyebrows.
Unfortunately for the magical doll, the Queen of the Dodos is incredibly obvious to her shipping tendencies. "Xactlee. At least then there'd bea some entertainment outta the deal."
"Well, maybe there is. I mean, there's no secret she's not making many friends in the Pollothingy."
The Time Lord rolls her eyes. "Inn utter words, dis izza Bogard situation. Delusional fuckhed hoo finks dere better dan what dey usually arr annoys the hell outta management und ends up getting me as a boss battle. I batter 'em, verbally and whiff fists over and over again 'cause it's funny." Her face contorts like she’s eaten something horrible. "Funny four the chicken men, maibe. Not sew much fer me. 'Cause no matter how many asskickin's I serve hup, you just kan't fix stupid."
"That's another thing. She allegedly reported you for bullying..."
You can almost hear the disappointment in the puppet’s voice. But Anna gives no fucks.
"Considering dat she fyred the first shot, aye really don't kare. Think abowt it. Poor little Lexxi lost a match an makes a whole buncha threats. Eye mean, innstead ov takin' the loss, shee has too get the wallet an the lawyers involved. An it's nawt just in Pollomania! It'z that stoopid Lion's Road shit too! That proves rite awai jus how pathetic she is. And I just no she's gunna pull owt olive these old relics."
Anna cues Full Retard mode.
"lol #looser, ur sew jelous cause im rich and my daddys a senetor which makes me better than u."
And if PuppetLiza’s head had the ability to tilt, it would have done so. "Wait...wasn't your dad a senator?"
Amongst the constant wrenching sounds of things being wrenched, we can hear her grumble. "Last hive heard."
"And you have a swiss bank account full of money."
Yet another shrug. "Thee only perk ov having a Canadian cousin whiff a death wish." Anna finally stops wrenching and looks at the camera. A smile creeps across her face. "Alla that really makes hur points kinda moot, doan't ya think?"
"Especially since this is the first time in years we've mentioned any of that!" PuppetLiza’s voice squeaks in happiness. Then she pauses. “…But why didn’t you do that?”
"I’mma wrestlin’ Time Lord dat’s wonna metric fuckton of shiny fings. Eye’m awesome enuff as it is!” With this, Anna motions toward the trophy room that seems to overflow with golden titles. Sure, most of them are replicas. But she has won the real ones. “I culda been like Lexxi. It's nawt hard to due. And eye also get bonus points for being in a wrestling family!”
“Yatzee!”
“But honestlee, it's sad whenev'r yoor self esteem ish built on the position ov your father an how much money ya got. It shows what little Lexxi haz actually done whiff her lyfe. Und by little, eye mean nothing. She’s a failure. Failure azza troll, failure as a rassler, failure as a so-called “celebrity”, an over all just a failure as a hooman being.”
From outta nowhere, Anna snatches the camera from PuppetLiza’s warm embrace.
“And dat’s nawt bullying. That’s tha trooth.”
With this, the camera gives us nothing but static. You might wanna read another roleplay now, Mister Man.
Anna Mathews, your new Estrel Medal holder, asks this towards her cotton stuffed friend who is currently pointing a rather low camera at her face. It’s a good thing that she’s try to fix the center console in the TARDIS. Truly, she doesn’t actually need this fucking machine. But try telling that to those idiots that watch too much Doctor Who.
"Lexxi D. Vine!"
Anna blinks, blankly.
"That girl you threw out to win that thing."
More blinking.
"The woman who threatened to sue you because she lost."
Headtilt.
"The one that lacks basic reading comprehension."
And suddenly it clicks in her head as she facepalms.
"Ooooooh! Dat moronic skank hoe!" The realization dies as she sighs. "It's a lil bit redonkulous, doan't ya fink? Aye just git bak into the fold, I win mi shniy fing, und I already gots ta deal with sum unoriginal rich bitch who finks she's tha greatest thing cents sliced bread CAUSE DADDY SEZ SO!" "And yesh, I kno. Chicken Medal, fightin' champion, Eye eliminated her last. It's an obvious desicion tat any fedhed woold make under thee circumstances." Yawn. "But still. How dull. Could've at least throne tat Sailor Cherry at mii. Oar dose aliens."
"Or Hammerstein?”, PuppetLiza chirps as she wiggles nonexistent eyebrows.
Unfortunately for the magical doll, the Queen of the Dodos is incredibly obvious to her shipping tendencies. "Xactlee. At least then there'd bea some entertainment outta the deal."
"Well, maybe there is. I mean, there's no secret she's not making many friends in the Pollothingy."
The Time Lord rolls her eyes. "Inn utter words, dis izza Bogard situation. Delusional fuckhed hoo finks dere better dan what dey usually arr annoys the hell outta management und ends up getting me as a boss battle. I batter 'em, verbally and whiff fists over and over again 'cause it's funny." Her face contorts like she’s eaten something horrible. "Funny four the chicken men, maibe. Not sew much fer me. 'Cause no matter how many asskickin's I serve hup, you just kan't fix stupid."
"That's another thing. She allegedly reported you for bullying..."
You can almost hear the disappointment in the puppet’s voice. But Anna gives no fucks.
"Considering dat she fyred the first shot, aye really don't kare. Think abowt it. Poor little Lexxi lost a match an makes a whole buncha threats. Eye mean, innstead ov takin' the loss, shee has too get the wallet an the lawyers involved. An it's nawt just in Pollomania! It'z that stoopid Lion's Road shit too! That proves rite awai jus how pathetic she is. And I just no she's gunna pull owt olive these old relics."
Anna cues Full Retard mode.
"lol #looser, ur sew jelous cause im rich and my daddys a senetor which makes me better than u."
And if PuppetLiza’s head had the ability to tilt, it would have done so. "Wait...wasn't your dad a senator?"
Amongst the constant wrenching sounds of things being wrenched, we can hear her grumble. "Last hive heard."
"And you have a swiss bank account full of money."
Yet another shrug. "Thee only perk ov having a Canadian cousin whiff a death wish." Anna finally stops wrenching and looks at the camera. A smile creeps across her face. "Alla that really makes hur points kinda moot, doan't ya think?"
"Especially since this is the first time in years we've mentioned any of that!" PuppetLiza’s voice squeaks in happiness. Then she pauses. “…But why didn’t you do that?”
"I’mma wrestlin’ Time Lord dat’s wonna metric fuckton of shiny fings. Eye’m awesome enuff as it is!” With this, Anna motions toward the trophy room that seems to overflow with golden titles. Sure, most of them are replicas. But she has won the real ones. “I culda been like Lexxi. It's nawt hard to due. And eye also get bonus points for being in a wrestling family!”
“Yatzee!”
“But honestlee, it's sad whenev'r yoor self esteem ish built on the position ov your father an how much money ya got. It shows what little Lexxi haz actually done whiff her lyfe. Und by little, eye mean nothing. She’s a failure. Failure azza troll, failure as a rassler, failure as a so-called “celebrity”, an over all just a failure as a hooman being.”
From outta nowhere, Anna snatches the camera from PuppetLiza’s warm embrace.
“And dat’s nawt bullying. That’s tha trooth.”
With this, the camera gives us nothing but static. You might wanna read another roleplay now, Mister Man.