Post by Violet Ripley on Feb 20, 2014 0:58:35 GMT -5
A Violet RP
Clerk: Can I help you with something?
Violet: Sure can. I need the doll isle, specifically the Barbie one...
{The clerk is trying to hold in some laughter it seems but she clears her throat and answers her}
Clerk: Isle's three and four. You need to go left at the escalator and back towards the far wall.
{Violet puts a black polished finger to her lip}
Violet: Now don't you think it would be MUCH more helpful to take me there yourself... you wouldn't want me to go and find your manager and tell him that you sent this innocent girl on some wild goosey chase now would you?
{The clerk sighs but continues to offer her the fake smile}
Clerk: Of course not, here let me take you there... miss
{They start walking and Violet being one for conversation starts to try and chat the clerk up}
Violet: How long have you worked here?
Clerk: Three years
Violet: Oh wow, that's awful long time for a grown adult to work a part time job, Don't you want to do something you know... grown-uppy?
{The Clerk sighs}
Clerk: Work is hard to find
Violet: OH I wouldn't know. I don't have to work a 9-5 job. Or even a minimum wage job like this one... No I'm pretty set.
Clerk: Oh living on some money are we?
{The Clerk tries to hide the bitterness in her comments but Violet sees through it}
Violet: No.. I'm a wrestler
{Once again the clerk is trying to hold in her laughter}
Clerk: Really...
Violet: Why is that no one seems to believe me when I say that?! Yes Really. I work for L.A.W. I'm sure you've heard of them, I mean they are having a show here in two weeks!!
Clerk: I don't watch fake sports
Violet: OH wrestling isn't fake at all. It's a real sport. About as real as some of those winter sports going on in the Olympics over there in Russia land. Although I have my doubts about figure skating... seems way too fancy to be a real sport.
Clerk: My daughter is an Olympic figure skater! She'll be going in 8 years to the next one. There is nothing fake about it!
Violet: What are the odds that I would talk about Skating and YOUR daughter happens to do it. Hmmm.. curious...
{The clerk is starting to get very annoyed now. They reach the beginning of the isle marked "Dolls". She stops and points down it}
Clerk: There you go miss, just at the end
{Violet can see that the clerk is very upset but since likes to play with peoples emotions, she continues to antagonize the clerk with her questions.}
Violet: Now wouldn't your manager be very upset to learn that you didn't actually take me to the section that showcases the actual Barbie dolls? Wouldn't want me to tell him that I bought the wrong kind now would we?
{Even more frustrated she takes another sigh before practically stomping down the isle to the very end where there are literally dozens of different Barbie dolls on the shelves}
Clerk: There. Have a good day Miss...
Violet: Wait...
{The clerk clenches her fist and through gritted teeth she replies.}
Clerk: Yes...
{Violet turns, giving the woman a smile. She pulls out a piece of paper from her purse with a printed picture of her opponent for her upcoming match, Miss Michelle. She holds it up to the Clerk}
Violet: Do you think you can help me find one that looks like this girl? I mean she already proclaims to be a real life Barbie doll...
{The Clerk takes out a pair of reading glasses from her pocket and eyes the picture and smirks}
Clerk: This is your first opponent? really? *Looks Violet up and down and looks back to the picture* I think you might just have a win there.
{The clerk gives a snorty laugh and Violet's lips reach up into a very wide toothy grin}
Violet: I think I like you Mrs. Clerk. Now tell me... your honest opinion, out of all these dolls here... which one would probably be the closest to her?
{The scene fades out as the Clerk starts to help Violet pick out a Michelle look-a-like}
~*~*~
{A low quality picture begins this V-log. All you can see when the video starts is what appears to be a plain white wall, or what used to be white. It's rather yellowed but it's hard to say if it's the picture or the actual wall. There's some feminine mumbling and swearing as the camera seems to wobble a bit and loses focus, it even drops down to look at the floor, a rather dirty looking shag rug, there even seems to be large food crumbs among the fibres. Then a wall of denim appears in front of it. The camera continues to shake as it starts to move up. A brass button can be made out as it rises, showing a pale midriff with a jewelled belly ring. The skin stops as it reaches a cut off black tank top. A pair of breasts and then finally the slightly unfocused face of someone with a lot of unruly red hair. A hand comes in to view as it adjusts the lens until finally it's focused properly and it's not obvious that it's Violet. She moves the camera back a bit on what is now apparently a desk. The wall has been expanded showing a common looking enough door but it has a large crack down the centre and missing the door knob. Violet sits back in a chair and looks around a bit before speaking}
Wanted to say Miss Michelle that I found your promo... informative...
{she giggles with a head shake}
And that's being polite, which I don't know how but in all of that jibber jabber you were talking about how you were just going to what, steam roll over me like some insignificant jobber? That you seem to know exactly what I'm about and that I know nothing about you....
{She lets out a half laugh like it's the most hilarious insane thought ever mentioned and then her face goes dark and she narrows her eyes into the camera}
Whoa... whoa... whoa... back the truck up there sweetheart... did you not just basically make yourself out to be a hypocrite there? "You don't know me..." Blah blah blah but yet you presume to sit there with your pretty face with a pound of make-up and your bleach blonde hair... *rolls her eyes* and try and tell me that I'm not crazy? Why's that because you have a split personality too? Like O.M.G!! right... we could be Sistas!!
{Violet goes from her fake elation to a seriously angry face}
Please Bitch. You seem to think when I said I was crazy that I meant just in a ring... uh no. no. no... this goes way beyond wrestling my dear. This is about me as a person and if you think when I was talking about a little farm girl I meant you... well I'm sorry to disappoint you but I was talking about the girl that currently locked up in here...
{She points to her head}
By the way sweetheart, I don't give a rats ass how many championships you have held in other companies because well... we're not in those other companies right now are we? Noooo *gives a fake pout* sorry to disappoint you honey but if that was supposed to what...intimidate me... or scare me... or god forbid even what...Impress me? Wow you certainly are deluded. Too much hair dye damage your brain cells? Maybe.
{She tilts her head and gives a half smile}
I like how you went on and on and ON! about how you're going to beat me and then spent half your little shoot thing talking about Kandi. Ok, I get it... she did something to piss you off in the past...that's cool and all but that has absolutely nothing to do with what's going on between vous et moi. Maybe you decided to trash talk about Kandi because you don't think I'm in your calibre... that's ok... But as this person that supposedly has been around the block, You should know that you never underestimate your opponent, even if you think you will be top of the stack. I like confidence, however put on it is, in an opponent because that means that it will be even more fun when I break you down piece by plastic piece.
{From beside her she picks up a Barbie doll with blonde hair and begins to brush it's hair}
Barbie dolls are so pretty aren't they? It's 11.5 inches of fake plastic fun!! I have to wonder though, why is that we give these things to little girls and tell them to ignore what this doll represents. 'It's okay Sally... this doll is way more beautiful then you will ever be but you should play with it and fantasize about what you can't be' but then in society we tell girls that they are beautiful no matter what they look like, no matter what their size, or at least that seems to be the current trend, breaking down all those stereotypes that have been in place for over 100 years. I mean it all started with the corset right? I find it ironic that you tried to sit there with your sweet little voice and your perfect hair and your jacked up boobs in your wonder bra and try and tell me what a big bad fierce competitor you are and how I should basically cower at your feet for some shit you did in some place I've never even heard of. I don't bow honey. Nor do I listen to people who talk shit. You are a walking contradiction. What was the reason you had to stop your little promo? because you had a photo shoot? You care oh so much about how you look... just like this doll. I love facing people like you and you know why? because it's fun to knock people off self appointed pedestals.
{She Slams the doll down on the table in front of her hard and leans in to the camera}
In LAW you come in here saying already how you're better than everyone. Sure everyone has or will at least....it's just part of being female. There is a natural competition between us...but lets face it my dear, we're all talking shit out our arses and you know why? Because this is a new even playing field and anything can happen. Anything! We've got Ambry who sits in her little room and watches the promos for all the women thinking this will give her some edge. You've got you, talking about how you've won this and won that while putting on your make-up and going to pose half naked for a magazine. Kandi is talking about how she's this queen of the world and Crystal wanting to step out from her Husband's image. I bet there is not one person in this place that doesn't have some kind of hang up but you know how I'm different from all of that Michelle...
{She opens a drawer and pulls out a big pair of sheers}
I never lied about who I was. I don't pretend to be someone else. I'm not hiding behind anything. I do what I want, I say what I like and I don't give a damn who knows it either.
{She holds on the blonde hair and begins to cut it off and then takes the wad of hair and throws it into the air. Blonde fibres shower down around her as she smirks into the camera}
Another thing, you got nothing on me. The only thing you're able to throw in my face is that this is my real debut but I've had tonnes of practice in the Indy circuit. You can look down your long fake nose at that all you want. You wont' be looking down it very well with a couple black eyes now will you? And unlike you, I'm not going to focus on who I'm going to facing when I win. You got all my attention pretty girl, just like whoever makes it out at the end will get just as much of my attention when thrown in my path. Don't spend so much time looking ahead because you'll miss what's right in front of you.
{She looks at the nearly bald doll now and smirks. She picks up a marker and starts to colour on the head}
Arrogance varies a lot from confidence, although sometimes it can be mistaken for confidence when disguised and someone that's not smart enough to see through it will fall right for it. I'm not falling for anything. You expect me to be scared.
{She looks up and a dark look crosses her face as she looks up from the doll}
Nothing scares me. I don't run from anything. That was little Mack's job and I'm not letting her out right now and if I have it my way she'll never come out again. Nothing you say, nothing you try and show me is going to make me be any different so just cut the scare tactics. Stop trying to impress me with things that I don't care about. Only thing that I will care about is advancing in this tournament.
{She finishes with the marker and smiles at the doll}
*mumbling* talking to me like some child... condescending acidyne biotch, I'll show her... oh yes my lovely, I'll show her good...
{She brings the doll up to her face she give it a hug}
*still mumbling* Maybe she should take her own advice eh my lovely... what's that? *she puts the dolls head to her ear* Oh yes I quite agree... She would look much better red, blonde is so last season... *she laughs a little and appears to be listening to the doll again* I know I really should shouldn't I? But Lovely I don't think she deserves it....Oh if you insist I will for you.
{She smiles again before looking back at the camera}
Lovely thinks that I should put you out of your misery because she seems to believe that under all that cream and powder you really do hate yourself. I told her that you must have SOME redeeming qualities, I mean everyone does right? I guess we'll find out on the 23rd now won't we?
{She gives the camera another carefree smile and turns the doll to face the camera. It's eyes are completely blacked out. She takes a hold of it's arm and starts waving it back and forth}
Bye Bye Chelly Welly...
{Violet blows a kiss and reaches forward and the camera goes black}
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