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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 8:51 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 8:54 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 7:20 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 7:21 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 7:22 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 7:23 am
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 4:15 pm
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 4:16 pm
Meta Gala RP
Prissy at the Destiny's Star Fundraiser Gala
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 4:48 pm
Solo
Rockabye baby, don't you cry
Somebody's got you
Rockabye baby, rockabye
I'm gonna rock you
Rockabye baby, don't you cry❤ (WC: 500)
The year has come and gone, twelve months full of memories - both good and bad. Of happiness and sorrow, of hope and despair. Most are sorrowful, but a handful manage to make the year worth surviving. People have come and gone in and out of her life, some returning unexpectedly while others leave without warning.
On this particular anniversary, she's in a different room. The walls are different, the belongings are newer. They lack the finesse that her former room held, but it is hers and she is grateful for at least that, considering the circumstances surrounding her situation.
She still holds the same, worn photograph in her hand, the very one she holds every year, as she takes the time out of her day to have a conversation with the mother she never knew. This year, however, she holds a second photograph in her other hand. It's a newer picture, one that features an older Prissy, as opposed to a young one. She's laughing with an older woman, a beautiful socialite with the grace and beauty of someone worthy of the role she led in life. Her hair is not the color of a newly opened rosebud, but she is strikingly beautiful. There is no wonder where her son received his charm.
Yet Laralee now rests alongside Sabrina, forced to reside only through moments in time captured by a camera and memories that threaten to fade as each day drags by.
Two women. Neither one of them were aware of the other, but both impacted Priscilla like no other woman has ever managed to.
This year, there is no one to text for comfort or reassurance. No one to run away with, to distract from the depression of the day - no replacement mother to cling to when her brave face fades away into a waterfall of tears.
"Hi guys."
Her voice quivers as she speaks. Uncertainty of what to say - what did it matter, in the end? Neither one of them could hear her anymore. Neither one of them could tell her to stop being silly and to come over for tea. No soft embrace, no words of encouragement that everything happens for a reason, that surely Sabrina would have been proud of her grown, beautiful daughter. Proud of her just like Laralee is.
Her phone is turned off. Applications have all advertised in the same way - Snapchat, Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram. All reminding people to wish their mothers a happy mothers day.
She'd thought she'd finally found one that she could celebrate the holiday with. Someone who would happily adopt the role, allowing Prissy the one thing she could never purchase - someone who would be her mother.
She'd thought wrong.
Her words fall apart before she can even get them out. Tears streak her tired face, but she doesn't bother to wipe them away. The photographs fall onto her bed and she clutches blindly for her pillow, burying her eyes within the fabric as she begins to sob quietly.
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 7:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 6:05 pm
Solo
Used to wrap my hands around his little finger
Turns out he was wrapped around mine
He said "You can be anything you want to in this great big world"
But I'm always gonna be daddy's little girl
(WC: 895)
She hadn't wanted to go.
It was inevitable. She'd delayed it for almost two weeks now, ignoring texts and phone calls that had come her way.
Prissy had gotten the head's up on Mother's Day, of all days, but she hadn't said a word. It hadn't been anyone's business but her own - not that anyone but her cared, right?
Ironic that it would be today, when she'd suck it up and face the truth.
Corbin had picked her up. Everyone had arrived for the occasion - well, using the holiday as a guise more or less, as the men worked on picking up the pieces. She knew things were going to be different, but how different was it really going to end up being?
The car ride back seemed to take forever. Her brother said nothing as the car pulled into the driveway, sliding up next to three other expensive looking vehicles that she didn't recognize. Judging by the tags, they were all rentals... which didn't come as a surprise, considering.
Entering the house was like visiting a ghost. There were voices instead of silence, light that enveloped the formerly dark rooms. Even when she lived there, the amount of light hadn't been put to use... it was strange, strange and abnormal and uncomfortable as she made her way into the study, trailing behind her blonde brother.
Three of her four brothers had taken to the various furniture scattered around the dark, masculine room. It still smelled of leather and wood, of him. Four sets of eyes turned to look towards Corbin and herself as they entered, Prissy finding herself the only woman in the room.
Her focus wasn't on the fact that her halfbrothers hadn't brought their spouses or children. Her focus was on the man who was sitting in the middle of the couch, a whiskey tumbler in his hand as the smile on his face from whatever they'd been talking about slipped away at seeing her.
"Priscilla."
She felt the gaze of Max, Tommy and Chris still lingering on her. They'd traveled far to make it back to help their father reinstate his presence in his remaining businesses. She'd been invited several times, but had ignored the requests. Father's Day, however, had Corbin twisting her arm around enough to show.
"Hello."
She addressed him with formality, instead of the Daddy she'd used for two decades. His drink was set aside, the older man rising to his legs and showing some required extra effort to do so.
"Prissy, I've..."
He'd tried calling. He'd written her. He'd done everything under the sun to try to get his daughter's attention, both in and out of the federal penitentiary they'd locked him away in.
He was thinner than she remembered. The salt and pepper hair that had fought to keep its dark strands were growing more and more white. He had aged before her very eyes. Eyes that met his, which looked up at her with more sorrow than she could ever recall.
They hadn't been emotional with one another for years. It was easier to push away feelings and replace it with objects. Material for affection.
He looked old and sad and it tore at her smug little heart, her defenses crumbling as she stepped forward, forcing her hands to wring together as she glared at him. He'd left her. He'd took chances he shouldn't have taken and because of it, she'd been cast out onto the street - her dramatic version of it, at least.
"Daddy," She finally whispered out, the word clearly relieving some of the tension on his face, "Why?"
For being the formidable, powerful man she'd always known him to be, his face was distraught and it was killing her to see him like that. It was so much easier to hate the man when he was out of sight, just a faceless name on a text message or letter. Ignoring phone calls meant avoiding his voice, but here, here, every tremble in his words was a tremble through her smaller form.
"I'm sorry, Priscilla. I lost sight, but it's been taken care of. I promise."
The brothers lingering around the study remained silent. It was a meeting long coming, they knew, and business talk could return as soon as their baby sister had gotten this... meeting out of her system. She was Priscilla, their father's little favorite. The girl who didn't account to much more than having a pretty face and an eye for expensive taste.
It was simply how it was.
"You'll be taken care of." Maxwell Stratford continued, one hand reaching out towards his youngest. His daughter, his jewel. "I'm going to make it up to you, starting now."
She stared at the extended hand, her head slowly dipping down. Finally, after several minutes of silence, she stepped forward as her arms spread, falling against his suit as she pressed her cheek against his shoulder.
"I've missed you so much, Daddy."
An aged hand moved up to brush over the soft pink curls, the same color as her late mother's. He couldn't remember the last time they'd actually hugged - affection was not the Stratford way - but his arms wrapped around her in a mimicking fashion as he kissed the top of her head.
"I've missed you too, sweet pea."
And, just like that, Maxwell Stratford had returned to Destiny City.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 8:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 8:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 8:27 pm
Solo
(WC: 1529)
It had proven more difficult than Prissy would have cared to acknowledge, to track a single Mauvian down in the entirety of Destiny City.
Finding a Mau instead of a regular cat was hard enough, much less trying to find a specific one. Regular cats haunted alleyways and trash cans, they roamed the streets at night and hid under cars and up in storm drains. Mauvians were clearly too smart to do any of these things… which made looking for a cat with a hat akin to searching for a needle within the proverbial haystack.
So, after several days of searching (with her irritation growing stronger with each passing hour), she resolved to do the only thing she could think of… well, sans ordering Teddy darling a brand new hat and pretending like it was the Real Deal. No, Dia waited.
And she waited.
She waited, specifically, in front of the newly revealed communication room dedicated to the corrupt Mauvians and whatever it was that they were supposed to be doing in there. Research? Filing? Computer stuff? Dia really didn’t care - as far as she was concerned, the cats were only good for providing upgrades and being adorable, which was more than she could say for most of the other Negaverse individuals that she’d run into in her year and a half stint as a senshi.
The first hour had gone by without much trouble. The second and third, however… well, it was definitely more testing than the original sixty minutes. A quick trip back home had her returning with a collection of magazines and her cell phone - the phone had proven mostly useless thanks to the wonky network in the Negaverse but the magazines helped kill time. At least for a bit.
She’d made it through her fourth by the time an oversized orange tom cat ambled its way out of the communication room. It was almost unbelievable - a week’s worth of searching and he was there. He was finally there.
“Bob?”
The ginger cat paused in its walk as he glanced up towards the candy senshi. Green eyes peered up at her curiously, as if he was trying to figure out whether he was supposed to recognize her or not. The black ratty tie around his neck paired with how disheveled his fur look should have clued her in to his social status, but the way he spoke to her let her know everything she needed to know about the tom.
“Well aren’t you a hot little number.”
Flattery usually earned a smile from her, but considering that she’d spent nearly an entire week looking for the mangy furball, smiles were not high on her priority list.
“You’re Bob, right?” The magazine fell to the side, fluttering to the ground where it landed on the rest of the forgotten stack. There were more important things at hand than discarded magazines.
“The one and only, sweetcheeks.”
Wasting no time after hearing the confirmation, Dia reached down and plucked the cat up by the scruff of his neck with one gloved hand. The beast let out a startled yowl, paws immediately reaching out to slash and flail at losing control and footing. Thankfully, Dia had plenty of experience with unruly cats (thanks, Silk), holding the twenty pound monster out to a distance for a few moments until he managed to tire himself out with his swinging.
“You took something of my friend’s. I want it back.”
The green eyed beast gave her a blank stare as he struggled to turn to look back at her. His fur was even more mussed from the short freak out, the dumb creature looking like it had just stuck a claw in an electrical outlet. “What in the hell are you talking about, woman?”
“You took my sweet Teddy’s hat.” She left out the fact that he was clearly being the bully in the situation, finding the information redundant. The beast already knew it was a jerk, there wasn’t a need to emphasize it, “And I want it back.”
Furry eyebrows rose as Bob worked on putting two and two together. It was slowly making sense, especially as he studied the dame in front of him. The pinks and whites, the candy stripes - it didn’t come as a surprise to him that Theodore’s senshi looked just like him. Heh. Go figure that they’d freaking match. Getting cocky, the cat answered, “I won it fair and square, but I’m feeling generous, especially for a pretty little thing like you. What’ll you give me in exchange?”
She shook the heavy beast, the cat eliciting another hiss at the sudden jerk.
“I won’t skin you and turn you into a muff, you wretched little thing.”
The amiable attitude of the feline was quickly disappearing as the senshi remained hostile, instead of helpful. “You think you’re hot stuff, just because you can pick on a cat, huh? Well, two can play at the size game, lady.”
Dia’s mouth opened to offer a retort, but words died in her throat as the heavy cat began to grow even heavier, his body contorting right in front of her rosy eyes. Fur against her fingers grew a bright, angry red as they twisted into curly ringlets, the fur disappearing beneath her glove. She let go with a small shriek as orange skin turned caucasian, the feline falling to the ground in a heap of… of human?
Rising from his knees, he was no longer a foot from the ground but towered over her by nearly an entire foot. He was tall and gangly, pale skinned and green eyed. Not a lick of fur was in sight, save for the bushy tail attached to his backside and the two furry ears pointed atop his head.
One hand rose up to her mouth. “Y-You’re a human.”
“No, I’m a Mauvian.” He corrected smugly, humanoid hands rising to brush out the wrinkles in his tattered tie and vest. “You didn’t think we were actually cats, did you?”
“I…” Her eyebrows furrowed, confusion clear across her expression. “I didn’t… can all of you do… do this?”
“If they’re strong enough, yes.” Bare shoulders shrugged, Bob the Mauvian clearly indifferent to her suggestion that every other of his species could also grow to be human at will. The Mau’s mind was clearly elsewhere, as seen by the way his hand gestured outwards.
His hand waved, the small top hat dropping into the palm of his now-human hand from the subspace where it had been lingering. Long fingers pinched the side of the black fabric, the candy striped rim taunting her as he dangled it in front of her face.
“If you want the hat, you’ve got to pay the price.”
Dia blinked. Oh. The hat.
The entire reason for harassing the cat had slipped her mind with the sudden revelation that the Guardians were more than just the feline beings she knew them to be. That meant that even her sweet little Teddy… but no, Teddy had… no, that couldn’t be…
She’d worry about that later. First things first.
Arms crossed her chest, the senshi doing her best to appear indifferent to the fact the fat haughty cat had just turned into a six foot, half naked man. “What’s the price?”
His head tilted and he grinned, exposing a pair of fangs. There wasn’t a hesitation in his request, telling Dia that he had already put thought into it. “Give me a kiss, sweetheart.”
What?
She was being extorted for a kiss. By a cat.
“If you want the hat, then I want a kiss.” He reiterated, wagging the silk accessory, which seemed ridiculously small now that it was in the hands of a human.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and glared. She had half a mind to use her magic on the feline - not that it would help her get the hat back. If anything, it would probably cause a scene in front of whatever other beings were lurking around the castle at that point. Ah, well.
Bob, on the other hand, seemed fairly prepared for her to cave in to his request. He was stepping forward, eyes closed as he leaned in with puckered lips, his tie dangling in mid-air. Cocky little jerk. Er. Tall jerk.
The idea sprung in her head faster than she could process it. Another step forward and her knee was shoving upwards, skin meeting groin with force. Green eyes widened in surprise as the cat-man doubled over, hands flying down to cover his injury.
“Looks like you have something else in common with human men,” she sneered, snatching the hat before it had time to fall to the ground. Before he had time to retaliate, she was gone, leaving her collection of magazines behind, along with a moaning, whimpering excuse of a humanoid Mauvian.
She had Teddy’s hat - her goal was complete. Unfortunately, however, she was now more perplexed than ever at the idea that her Teddy, her sweet, precious Teddy, wasn’t simply the darling cat she’d mistaken him to be.
They would definitely need to have a talk soon.
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