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Post by kolase on Jul 20, 2007 0:05:33 GMT -5
Addison was sitting in a plastic blue chair, staring at the table in front of her. It was a really small table, just barely up to her knees. She had Carol Brady-isk hair, was wearing white pearls, and had the 'classic' motherly attire that one would most likely see in an old 50's movie. A sly smile was on her face as she watched the dozen children sitting at the table with her, all which looked to be around six years of age. The table was decorated with "Hello Kitty" logos, and "Happy Birthday Cosette!" balloons could be seen from one of the corners.
Addison stood up, and turned around to look outside. She stared at the McDonald's logo for a full minute before turning back to the children. "Well my lovelies," she began with a pseudo-friendly tone, "It's almost time, Cosettey should be here any minute!"
The children cheered, one practically feel out of her chair, and as the little girl pulled herself back up, she started to ask a question, "Mrs. Grey," she said with her childish accent, not quite able to pronounce her 'r's correctly, "When Cosette comes, can she play dollies with me?"
Addison walked towards her, in a cutesy way, bent over, and pinched her cheeks, "Of course silly! Cosette just loves to play with dollies, in fact..." Addison turned away from the little girl, walked over to her purse, and pulled out the same doll Addison, herself, used in a promo just a month earlier; the head of Cosette was still on backwards. "...She absolutely loves this one."
"Thanks Mrs. Grey!" the little girl exclaimed, half-giggling.
Addison then turned away as the camera followed. An evil smile appeared on her face as you see the girl begin to play with the doll. The camera still focuses on Addison's face as the doll's head springs off, and hits the little girl in the forehead, causing her to cry.
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Post by grace on Jul 20, 2007 1:49:55 GMT -5
Earlier
Cosette hadn’t let up on the training for her very first title opportunity in XWA since the match had been signed. As she walked home from the gym she received a text message from a phone with an XWA extension letting her know she was needed at a business meeting that day.
Sure it was short notice, and no one had even hinted at this in the last week, but there the text message was. Cosette assumed this had something to do with her Pearl Title match that weekend, lest she get her hopes up about raises and endorsement deals or get nervous about say a humiliating new gimmick.
The unsuspecting Ms. Grace steps into a cab outside of her Lower East Side apartment after spending some time in front of the mirror making herself look businessy. All she had in the way of details was an address and a time. She hands it off to the driver and lets her mind wander.
Should I check myself one more time before I go in? I wonder where I’m meeting them. I hope it’s not too classy, or trendy.
Wait, this is it....
Well she was definitely classy and trendy enough for this place. As Cosette stared at the golden arches her face told the story, confusion, disappointment, disgust, maybe even a little relief, whoever wanted her couldn’t be angry.
This is it? I suppose whoever it is is a bit eccentric… or cheap… no, no, this entire business is built on our interesting quirks, this is probably the right address.
She pays and walks inside assaulted by the sights, sounds and smells. As she stands and looks at all the tables one of the cashiers calls out.
Cosette Grace?
Yes?
Your party’s in the back.
Party? They made reservations for this… fine establishment?
Right, I suppose they are a bit eccentric, calling ahead and everything. I mean the only thing back here is this. She cracks the door of the play room open and looks inside.[/color]
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Post by kolase on Jul 20, 2007 2:20:42 GMT -5
The children were getting anxious, making Addison quite annoyed. "Is she here yet?" one asked. "When's the cake coming?" another complained. "Mrs. Grey, can we go play on the big toy?" Addison rolled her eyes, and suddenly saw Cosette peering inside cautiously.
"Cosettey!" she screamed with delight as she skipped towards her, gave her a little hug, and a kiss on the cheek. "You didn't think I would forget about your special day!" She then led Cosette to the table of children."Look honey," she began, I even invited your little friends to celebrate this fantastic day! There's Jordan, and there's Ashley, and there's Billy What'shisname..." Addison pulled out a chair for Cosette to get into, and walked around the table to get into her own.
She then began to focus her attention towards the children, who looked to be quite confused. "Okay lovelies," she began, "Today is a special day for my love, Cosette." She pointed over to the opposite end of the table as the children followed her finger, and stared at the professionally dressed Diamond Competitor. "She's my daughter, and today she's turning six-years old, just all of you!"
The children began to cheer, and as one screamed "Finally! CAKE!" Addison gave a creepy smile to Cosette as the children erupted into happiness.
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Post by grace on Jul 20, 2007 3:03:42 GMT -5
Eccentric was right. Cosette seemed mortified by all of this, standing completely rigid with her hand over her mouth trying to compose herself enough to speak.
Addison, where’s Ms. Blackheart, Ms. Easton, Mr. Gallas? We were supposed to… of course.
Suddenly it all hit her and she turns her attention to the reality of her surroundings.
Who are these kids? Where are their parents? Please, tell me you didn’t. Oh, God. No, no, that’s just too horrible to think about. But still we can’t have a party.
Jordan and Ashley and Billy What’shisname and all the others freeze. Cosette’s answer here could be a make or break for the kids’ day and making six year olds cry wasn’t on the agenda for the day.
No, no we can still have a birthday party with cake and everything. . Everything’s fine, I was just joking.
She flashes a nervous smile to everyone in the room save Addison, who gets a microsecond of a scowl.
Cosette gazes down at the chair Addison had pulled out for her with a sense of dread. She takes her position and maneuvers her 6’1” frame onto the chair designed for six year olds, almost resting her chin on her knees by the end. Once she’s settled in one of her playmates offers her a hat which she begrudgingly removes her glasses to put on.
Alright, I’m ready for all the um… merrymaking. I assume you have an agenda.
She said, trying to get across as many meanings of the word as she could.
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