Post by Amy Roucka on Apr 17, 2008 22:38:28 GMT -6
.:Scene 2:.
No Pride To Be Found
The scene closed in on a nearby store, the colorful letters on the top becoming clearly readable to the human eye. The sun had long since set and now only a few cars littered the parking spaces outside in the parking lot. Soft music played out of the hidden speakers on the crafty little shop's ceilings and walls and round every corner lay another new adventure. Amy Roucka continued to shove the dark blue shopping cart in front of her, an almost giddy smile on her lips as she did so, turning a quick corner to duck into another aisle. Beside her strolled one of her oldest friends, Alex Ritter, who was cheerfully following her every waking move in hopes of catching sight of a girl or two, but as well as filming her every action. Amy had called Alex up earlier that evening to ask him to pick her up and bring her to a very...special place in her heart. One of the many places she knew both Sadie and Anna would enjoy. Babies R Us. The logical thought process filtered in when she had realized that Sadie had loved little kids all her life and the fact that Anna was trying to start a family of her own, especially after that little accident she had so long ago. The silly little klutz. But anywho, the blonde threw a random toy into the shopping cart, smiling as it started to flash and make music. Alex jammed his hands into his baggy jeans' pockets, eyebrow raising as he looked his friend over.
[x] Alex Ritter [x]
"So... what exactly do you plan on doing with all of this crap?"
Amy offered a tiny shrug in response, flashing him a quick wink before leaning against the shopping cart with all of her weight, not too concerned with anything else in the aisle as of the current moment.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Silly, I'm trying to make myself seem more homely. I mean, all of the other Vixens have these amazing families and husbands and are all wanting a kid at one point in their life, but me, what do I have? Exactly, a kid would be perfect for someone like me. Sadie at one point even considered having one. If that little blonde chick wants one, so do I. I mean, it's not as if they're THAT hard to look after. Come on."
Rolling her eyes, she turned into the main aisle, still peering around herself interestedly. Alex blinked before following once again, quite certain she had clearly lost her mind. Amy was the last person on the planet he would even trust alone with someone else's kid, let alone her own. The blonde turned around to face him, drumming her nails against the metal on the cart's handle.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Y'see, Lexie, this is the thing. This is the thing that gets me every damn time I think about citizens under the age of three and their ever-so happy little mothers. What's the purpose? What's the point? You take so many risks in keeping yourself healthy, as well as the thing inside of you, for what? To turn into some size eighteen with stretchmarks and black circles under their eyes? To no longer have any time alone in the house? To have your stress meter go up? For what? People may think otherwise, but I'm smarter than that. I'm not an idiot.... unlike other people on the roster."
She let a slow grin come back into her features as she turned her head to the side, noticing a few other people in the store. She softly laughed almost sarcastically before standing up straight and moving over to where Alex stood.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Anna... I think you'd know a thing or two about babies, now wouldn't you? I mean, after all, you WERE the one who got herself knocked up before ultimately killing the little bugger. Y'know, some even speculate that you killed the kid purposely, that you didn't want a child after all. Shame, really, I would've really enjoyed standing by and watching you fail at motherhood. Just think of how much of a tremendous rolemodel you could've been for the kid. Hot pink hair, piercings everywhere, a shitty husband, horrible attitude... Yep, definitely my pick for the nominee for the Mother of the Year award. I applaud you, Anna, sweetie, I really do."
She smiled at the camera, taking her time in clapping now. She spun around on her heel and pushed the shopping cart a few more feet, speaking into the air.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"So hey, maybe it's a good thing you killed the thing while you still could, too bad you didn't permanently hurt yourself in the process. I mean, would you really want your child growing up with someone like you and your husband? Would you really want you child to grow up to become a complete and utter fuck up who believes they have to defy the law and do things their way and cause hell for the rest of us law-obyding citizens? Yeah, that generation's the future of our world, lovely. I feel safe now."
As she continued to walk, Amy empty-mindedly twirled her hair around her forefinger, pressing her lips together and listening to the clicks of her heels. She didn't care how, but she was determined to win this week. And she would be damned if she let some silly little girl with no further intentions in life beat her. Sadie winning she could live with, but Anna winning.... just no. She stopped and turned back to face the camera, eyes narrowed sharply.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Look, Anna, darling. All fun and games pushed aside, I'm going to make one thing extraordinarily clear to you. I don't give a flying fuck who you are or who you think you are. I'm going to beat you and I'm going to beat some sense into you whether you think you need it or not. You have a choice, either create that picture perfect family we all know you've been dreaming about, or let your career run your life. You can't have both. You may think things are all fine and dandy, but they're not. And if you even let it come into your mind at least ONCE before our match is up that you're going to have some easy win just because I'm some new blonde, think again. I've gone toe to toe with the absolute best and I don't back down from anyone or anything. I don't have fears and I'm certainly not afraid of some little scene chick trying to make us all pity her for her own fucking fault. So when you're laying in your bed tonight, wondering where you went wrong, think of me. I'll be the last face you see before you're knocked upside the head by the back of my foot and my lips will be the last you feel before your frizzy hair is ripped out of your empty head. Anna, I'm not going to stand around and let some ring veteran "show me whos boss". I'm going to show you exactly WHY you should've stayed away from the ring and why you should've stayed home, cooking and cleaning for your filthy husband like the little bitch you are. I don't play games and this is a terrible position to be in for you, so think your steps and words through thoroughly and carefully. I'd hate to see you screw up, just like you did to that poor little child you could've had."
Even if her voice rose with practically every word she spoke, she managed to keep her anger in check. Her eyes remained fixated on the camera for a few moments more before telling Alex to stop rolling. She was going to make it absolutely certain that neither Anna nor Sadie won tonight. She had something to prove, and that something she wasn't going to let slip by like she had in the past. She was no longer going to take a back seat to some prissy bitch who wanted to prove she still had it. Because unlike fine wine, women didn't get better with age inside the ring.
No Pride To Be Found
The scene closed in on a nearby store, the colorful letters on the top becoming clearly readable to the human eye. The sun had long since set and now only a few cars littered the parking spaces outside in the parking lot. Soft music played out of the hidden speakers on the crafty little shop's ceilings and walls and round every corner lay another new adventure. Amy Roucka continued to shove the dark blue shopping cart in front of her, an almost giddy smile on her lips as she did so, turning a quick corner to duck into another aisle. Beside her strolled one of her oldest friends, Alex Ritter, who was cheerfully following her every waking move in hopes of catching sight of a girl or two, but as well as filming her every action. Amy had called Alex up earlier that evening to ask him to pick her up and bring her to a very...special place in her heart. One of the many places she knew both Sadie and Anna would enjoy. Babies R Us. The logical thought process filtered in when she had realized that Sadie had loved little kids all her life and the fact that Anna was trying to start a family of her own, especially after that little accident she had so long ago. The silly little klutz. But anywho, the blonde threw a random toy into the shopping cart, smiling as it started to flash and make music. Alex jammed his hands into his baggy jeans' pockets, eyebrow raising as he looked his friend over.
[x] Alex Ritter [x]
"So... what exactly do you plan on doing with all of this crap?"
Amy offered a tiny shrug in response, flashing him a quick wink before leaning against the shopping cart with all of her weight, not too concerned with anything else in the aisle as of the current moment.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Silly, I'm trying to make myself seem more homely. I mean, all of the other Vixens have these amazing families and husbands and are all wanting a kid at one point in their life, but me, what do I have? Exactly, a kid would be perfect for someone like me. Sadie at one point even considered having one. If that little blonde chick wants one, so do I. I mean, it's not as if they're THAT hard to look after. Come on."
Rolling her eyes, she turned into the main aisle, still peering around herself interestedly. Alex blinked before following once again, quite certain she had clearly lost her mind. Amy was the last person on the planet he would even trust alone with someone else's kid, let alone her own. The blonde turned around to face him, drumming her nails against the metal on the cart's handle.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Y'see, Lexie, this is the thing. This is the thing that gets me every damn time I think about citizens under the age of three and their ever-so happy little mothers. What's the purpose? What's the point? You take so many risks in keeping yourself healthy, as well as the thing inside of you, for what? To turn into some size eighteen with stretchmarks and black circles under their eyes? To no longer have any time alone in the house? To have your stress meter go up? For what? People may think otherwise, but I'm smarter than that. I'm not an idiot.... unlike other people on the roster."
She let a slow grin come back into her features as she turned her head to the side, noticing a few other people in the store. She softly laughed almost sarcastically before standing up straight and moving over to where Alex stood.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Anna... I think you'd know a thing or two about babies, now wouldn't you? I mean, after all, you WERE the one who got herself knocked up before ultimately killing the little bugger. Y'know, some even speculate that you killed the kid purposely, that you didn't want a child after all. Shame, really, I would've really enjoyed standing by and watching you fail at motherhood. Just think of how much of a tremendous rolemodel you could've been for the kid. Hot pink hair, piercings everywhere, a shitty husband, horrible attitude... Yep, definitely my pick for the nominee for the Mother of the Year award. I applaud you, Anna, sweetie, I really do."
She smiled at the camera, taking her time in clapping now. She spun around on her heel and pushed the shopping cart a few more feet, speaking into the air.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"So hey, maybe it's a good thing you killed the thing while you still could, too bad you didn't permanently hurt yourself in the process. I mean, would you really want your child growing up with someone like you and your husband? Would you really want you child to grow up to become a complete and utter fuck up who believes they have to defy the law and do things their way and cause hell for the rest of us law-obyding citizens? Yeah, that generation's the future of our world, lovely. I feel safe now."
As she continued to walk, Amy empty-mindedly twirled her hair around her forefinger, pressing her lips together and listening to the clicks of her heels. She didn't care how, but she was determined to win this week. And she would be damned if she let some silly little girl with no further intentions in life beat her. Sadie winning she could live with, but Anna winning.... just no. She stopped and turned back to face the camera, eyes narrowed sharply.
|xX| Picture Perfect - Amy Roucka - Paparazzi Chick |Xx|
"Look, Anna, darling. All fun and games pushed aside, I'm going to make one thing extraordinarily clear to you. I don't give a flying fuck who you are or who you think you are. I'm going to beat you and I'm going to beat some sense into you whether you think you need it or not. You have a choice, either create that picture perfect family we all know you've been dreaming about, or let your career run your life. You can't have both. You may think things are all fine and dandy, but they're not. And if you even let it come into your mind at least ONCE before our match is up that you're going to have some easy win just because I'm some new blonde, think again. I've gone toe to toe with the absolute best and I don't back down from anyone or anything. I don't have fears and I'm certainly not afraid of some little scene chick trying to make us all pity her for her own fucking fault. So when you're laying in your bed tonight, wondering where you went wrong, think of me. I'll be the last face you see before you're knocked upside the head by the back of my foot and my lips will be the last you feel before your frizzy hair is ripped out of your empty head. Anna, I'm not going to stand around and let some ring veteran "show me whos boss". I'm going to show you exactly WHY you should've stayed away from the ring and why you should've stayed home, cooking and cleaning for your filthy husband like the little bitch you are. I don't play games and this is a terrible position to be in for you, so think your steps and words through thoroughly and carefully. I'd hate to see you screw up, just like you did to that poor little child you could've had."
Even if her voice rose with practically every word she spoke, she managed to keep her anger in check. Her eyes remained fixated on the camera for a few moments more before telling Alex to stop rolling. She was going to make it absolutely certain that neither Anna nor Sadie won tonight. She had something to prove, and that something she wasn't going to let slip by like she had in the past. She was no longer going to take a back seat to some prissy bitch who wanted to prove she still had it. Because unlike fine wine, women didn't get better with age inside the ring.
