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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 8, 2009 1:29:42 GMT -6
Violet Rayne put her arm around the little girl's neck. She couldn't have been more than 13 years old. She deserved better as the lights flashed before her eyes. "Cheese!" Her mother hollered as Violet staged yet another headlock photo for the scrapbook. The young girl clutched her Violent Rayne T-shirt:
$29.95 in her first, trying to look like she was battle ready and hardcore. Unfortunately the photo wouldn't look like that at all, her eyes were closed at exactly the wrong time. But the T-shirt would last a couple of years if not worn every, single day. "Violet! Over here!"Someone yelled, trying to get a photo. But Violet knew better than that. Buy a T-shirt, you're putting digits in her account. Scream at her, you're sucking air from the dome. It was easy to see who got her special attention, and it was working as a line of 20 people waited for a moment with the CWE Diva Champion, T-shirts in hand. The young girl whispered something in Violet's ear. Violet in turn looked down at her for a moment and nodded. "One more?" The excited and slightly obese mother asked. They both nodded. "Cheese!" Flash. A young girl and her heroine of the month, together flipping mom the bird. The girl's eyes were wide open as she hopped down away from the table, smiling.
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DARKSIDE
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Post by DARKSIDE on Dec 8, 2009 17:53:47 GMT -6
Another in the long line of fans came running up next. A vibrant little girl, about to burst with excitement suddenly appeared at Violet's side with her mother following close behind with her camera. The little girl was all smiles, hardly able to contain herself....her hair done up in pigtails and adorned with purple-tinted hairspray to make her look more like her favorite CWE Diva!
The girl's mother takes a few steps back as the CWE Divas Champion and her little "mini-me" struck their pose. The camera immortalized the moment forever with a click and a blinding FLASH! The girl bounced back over to her mother, yelling her grateful remarks back at Violet. The mother clicked the review button to show her daughter how the photo turned out and their expressions both dropped from joy to disappointment and confusion. The little girl crinkled her nose up, saying Eeewwwwwww!! The mother quickly approaches Violet with a desperate look on her face, pleading for her to excuse her interruption and asking for a chance to take the picture over again. To help prove her point, the mother explains that she and her daughter weren't happy with how the photo had turned out. She clicked "Review" on her camera once again and showed the pic to Violet.....
Angel has somehow jumped into the shot from behind the two young ladies and she was shown holding her thumb up to her neck in a cut-throat motion and her tongue was hanging out!
The little girl hops over to her mom and tugs on her sweater to get her attention. As her mom looks down at her, the girl points off across the way toward an autograph/photo booth all decked out in black and red with loud metal music blasting and several strobe lights going off around it. The girl looks up at her mother and shouts, That's the scary lady from the picture! Isn't it mommy?
The gathering of goths, metal-heads, punks and others dressed mostly in black (quite a few are women wearing "Angel" T-shirts, bracelets, necklaces and other merchandise) all erupt in a frenzied cheer as Angel can be seen arriving at the booth, standing up on the table in front of her booth, playing to the fans and doing a sexy dance as the death metal pounds through the vicinity........
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Post by Corona on Dec 8, 2009 18:42:09 GMT -6
It would seem that CWE's season was off with a bang. Fresh off of their first Pay Per View of the year and now throwing a big pre-show convention for the first Rampage back on the air. It would seem that the man himself Mr. Andews had spared no expense to throw this little (big) shindig. Every CWE superstar with their own convention booths, with workers busy shilling their merchandise. As if most of the Star's would do that sort of work themselves. Crowds of men and women walking around getting autographs. Little boys and girls dragging their moms and dads around buying them things so they could look like their favorite wrestlers. One little girl was pulling her dad by his wrist watch while asking him. Ooooh daddy pleeeeease can I have a shirt? Please please please pleeeeeeeeeeeease? The young girl had manage to pull her father all the way to the Kasey Kasey merchandise table. Pouting her lips at her father she gave him a sad puppy dog stare. The father slowly stepped to a side of the table that didn't seem to busy compared to the others. The other workers at the same table were hard at work pushing new Kasey Kasey dolls, Kasey Kasey coffee mugs, Kasey Kasey Bobble Heads. One thing you can say about CWE is that they don't waste time trying to make a buck anyway they can. But the big seller of the night was the brand spanking new Kasey Kasey T-shirt. The father noticed how busy the other workers at the table were and looked back at the corner of the table he was at. He didn't see anyone there to help him so he turned to go walk to one of the other lines when he heard. Yeah? What do you want? The man turned to still see no one there but called out to where he thought he heard the voice come from. He... Hello is some there? Yeah, who'd else be talking to ya dummy? Suddenly a certain pulls back revealing a man who had been sitting down. The man stood up and stepped to his corner of the table. A few people who were standing in the other lines noticed the man and recognized him right away. It was the one and only Cyrus Pain. But why was the former CWE Hardcore, United States, and Tag Team Champion standing behind the Kasey Kasey booth selling t-shirts? Ya buyin' a shirt? Uh wha?... Not a hard question to answer buddy. Are You buyin' a shirt? By the sound of Cyrus' voice he was already in a foul mood. The father looks down at his daughter with a pretty intimidated look on his face. Hey she wasn't the one asking you the question buddy. Do you want a shirt or not? The father jumped a little and finally answered. Ye... Yes I'd like to buy a shirt. What size? A kids medium. Cyrus looks through the different sizes and finds the right one. Holding it out he says. That'll be twenty three dollars. How much? Twenty three dollars. What that to high for you? A question that made the father a little bit up set. He already had to spend a lot on the tickets so his little girl could be close enough to highfive the wrestlers as they walk by. More on the other merchandise and other useless junk his daughter wanted at the show. And now twenty three dollars on a kids t-shirt? It was a rip off and the man was wanting to voice his opinion. But before he could open his mouth he was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and was brought face to face with Cyrus. Looking right on the man's eyes Cyrus spoke in a low voice so that the young girl couldn't hear him. Listen pal, I've been hear since five in the morning setting up. I had to run around pulling box after box after stinkin' box from the back to try and keep up with all you people. not to mention I'm going to have to stay here and tear down all this crap. And I've been dealing with jack offs like you all day. I'm about five seconds from drop kicking you from here all the way to Spokane. Now this is what we're going to do. You give me the twenty three bucks I give you that shirt and you go on your merry little way with your head still on your shoulders Okay? Now smile! Cyrus then smiles as if everything was fine, the man forces a smile as Cyrus let go of his collar. The man pulls out his wallet grabbing the cash and hands it to Cyrus. With the cash in his hand he then bends over the table and hands the Kasey Kasey shirt to the young girl and smiles. Here you go sweetie your very own Kasey Kasey t-shirt. Enjoy. The girl smiles and thanks Cyrus a few time before running off to get in line for the meet and greet with Kasey Kasey. Cyrus still feeling fed up with the people around looks around the convention center to see if anything interesting was going down. He spotted Violet Rayne in the middle of taking pictures with a fan as Angel swooped in and got in the shot. He laughed to himself because it reminded him of when he was in his Freshmen year of high school and ran into every class and after school club group photo he could possibly get into. He was about to take off before being stopped by the manager. Ya gotta get to the autograph stand Kasey Kasey finally showed up. So now she needs her new valet to make sure everything stays nice and clean. We don't need anyone getting to fresh with her. Cyrus mumbles something under his breath. What was that Pain? I said, women are valets... I'm just a wrestler turned freakin' babysitter. Save it Pain, I don't need to hear it just get over there and make sure and make sure nobody bothers her. Cyrus heads over to the autograph table and stands. Thoughts of him putting that damn merchandise manager through a wall were running around in his mind. It still didn't help his mood any.
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Post by Kasey Kasey on Dec 8, 2009 20:15:37 GMT -6
That wasn't the only reason Cyrus was angry, not only was it his duty to make sure everything going on at Kasey Kasey's merchandise booth went smoothly, he was also given the news early this morning (around 5 AM to be exact) that he was going to Kasey Kasey's valet from here on out. Although he was doing his best to contain his ruthless rage, Cyrus still had to put on a smile for the anxious CWE fans. It was ironic, really. Cyrus had brought in Kasey Kasey to his valet, only for things to take a complete turnaround. Perhaps CWE creative decided Kasey Kasey just wasn't intimidating enough following her pay-per-view promo.
Kasey Kasey's Meet & Greet was just next door to her merchandise table, so looking up to a looming Cyrus Pain, she merely gives him a slight smile. They hadn't spoken for well over an hour, and by Cyrus' tone with their latest customer proved that he wasn't in any mood for friendly chit-chat. As the little girl went into the back of the greeting line, a chubby CWE die-hard was next up in line for a quick autograph, and the optional picture. "Hello, how are you today, today?" Kasey Kasey give him a smile as the CWE die-hard adjusted his black-framed glasses.
"Are you related to Kelly Kelly?" his words were slurred, and he spoke the speed of lightning. Obviously the notion of talking to a beautiful woman was making him nervous. He then hands her a "Sexyfine" t-shirt to sign, unfortunately even the biggest size they carried wasn't big enough for the fan. Cyrus' fault, he liked watching overweight fans feel discouraged over the lack of anything over double XL.
Kasey Kasey smiles, taking the shirt, and holding out her pen. This had to be the thousandth time she had this question, perhaps going with a look-a-like gimmick was the best of ideas. She fake-laughs, "No, we aren't even related in the slightest, silly isn't, isn't?"
The fan nods, he wasn't sure what to reply with next.
Uncapping the marker with only the use of her right hand, Kasey Kasey continues to give him a beautiful stare, "So, whom shall I make this out too, too?"
Pushing the bridge of his glasses higher, he speaks lowly, "Cruz Corona."[/size] He wasn't related to THE Cruz Corona, but the name was fun nevertheless. Kasey noticed with her peripheral vision that Cyrus took a genuine interest with the fan.
Pretending that she couldn't quite hear his response, Kasey Kasey lends an ear, motioning that she didn't quite catch that. She wanted to make sure her peripheral vision wasn't fooling her.
Clearing his throat, the fan speaks a little louder. "Cruz Corona."
Cyrus responded accordingly, Kasey Kasey smiles, and shakes her head. She was going to ask Cyrus about this...as soon as he wasn't raging mad anymore. "Alrighty. To my extremely handsome, don't ever-ever change fan, Cruz Corona. Enjoy the show, x-o-x-o, Kasey, Kasey." She then hands him back the t-shirt. "Would you like a picture, picture?"
Cruz stood still for a moment, then took his shirt. He wasn't sure how to respond. After another minute, he shruggingly shakes his head 'no' and goes off the next line, but not before bowing. He was one of those weird Americans that bow instead of a polite 'thank you.' This time he in line for the Viole(n)t Rayne merchandise table.
As Kasey Kasey waited for the next fan, Angel caught her eye, and a legion of 'dark' people seemed to follow her. Nudging towards Cyrus, and without thinking, she opens up a conversation, "Look at all the weird people, people." Again, what weird people? The average wrestling fan didn't look like your average human being.
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Post by Corona on Dec 8, 2009 23:10:45 GMT -6
While he was standing there Cyrus noticed the tubby kid talking with Kasey. Taking a few seconds to think he thought he knew this kid from somewhere. Then he heard the kids name and he was dying inside with laughter. He pulled out his cell phone and took a picture with the camera then flipped it open to send an email. He hit send and not even a minute had gone by before he got a reply back. He's not my kid he's one of my cousin's kids and their visiting me here in Washington. Cyrus laughs and sends another message. So is he here at the CWE convention by himself or did somebody come with him? *Send* *Received* No I'm with him I just had to go the bathroom. Had to clean my shirt some jackass spilled their drink on me. Oh shit noway where are ya? *Send* *Received*Look up and to your left past the blow up wrestling ring. Cyrus brought his head up from his phone and followed the path laid out for him. He spotted the blow up wrestling ring and saw his friend. Cruz Corona, the REAL Cruz Corona who was waving. Cyrus smiled and waved back right as Corona's cousin's kid made it back to his chaperon for the day. Corona was pointing at an exit signaling that he had to go and and waved again before turning around and leaving. Wishing he could do the same Cyrus was brought back to reality by what Kasey Kasey had said. "Look at all the weird people, people." He mumbled under his breath. "Can't be as weird as a chick that repeats the last word at the end of every sentence." He rolled his eyes as he turned his attention to where Kasey was looking and saw the "weird people" that she was talking about.
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 9, 2009 0:00:04 GMT -6
Another in the long line of fans came running up next. A vibrant little girl, about to burst with excitement suddenly appeared at Violet's side with her mother following close behind with her camera. The little girl was all smiles, hardly able to contain herself....her hair done up in pigtails and adorned with purple-tinted hairspray to make her look more like her favorite CWE Diva! The girl's mother takes a few steps back as the CWE Divas Champion and her little "mini-me" struck their pose. The camera immortalized the moment forever with a click and a blinding FLASH! The girl bounced back over to her mother, yelling her grateful remarks back at Violet. The mother clicked the review button to show her daughter how the photo turned out and their expressions both dropped from joy to disappointment and confusion. The little girl crinkled her nose up, saying Eeewwwwwww!! The mother quickly approaches Violet with a desperate look on her face, pleading for her to excuse her interruption and asking for a chance to take the picture over again. To help prove her point, the mother explains that she and her daughter weren't happy with how the photo had turned out. She clicked "Review" on her camera once again and showed the pic to Violet..... Angel has somehow jumped into the shot from behind the two young ladies and she was shown holding her thumb up to her neck in a cut-throat motion and her tongue was hanging out! The little girl hops over to her mom and tugs on her sweater to get her attention. As her mom looks down at her, the girl points off across the way toward an autograph/photo booth all decked out in black and red with loud metal music blasting and several strobe lights going off around it. The girl looks up at her mother and shouts, That's the scary lady from the picture! Isn't it mommy?The gathering of goths, metal-heads, punks and others dressed mostly in black (quite a few are women wearing "Angel" T-shirts, bracelets, necklaces and other merchandise) all erupt in a frenzied cheer as Angel can be seen arriving at the booth, standing up on the table in front of her booth, playing to the fans and doing a sexy dance as the death metal pounds through the vicinity........ "Messing with my digits?" Violet mumbled under her breath, staring at the gaggle darkness all gathered at Angel's booth, and here she thought they had an understanding: business was business and don't mess with monetary bliss. Violet turned back to the girl with the trashed pic. "Don't worry about that black noise, Playdough. She's desperate for any exposure she can get after Ground Zero." Violet passed her title over to the girl to hold. "Now this? This is the real deal, Playdough and the best part is that Spooky A over there? She would kill for a picture like this." They posed one more time. A Championship pose to be sure. The mother happier than before as Violet took her DIVA Championship back. Crisis averted. Violet held up a hand to put a pause to the action. A small groan from the line as they did the math and saw she was breakin' free. Instead of slinking out the back, she jumped up on her table flashin' punk thigh and bomber jacket zippers as she did. Cameras flashed and heads turned. "I shall return" she announced in her best dead, white guy voice, hoppin' down to the floor. As she passed her own booth, she grabbed an armful of her own merchandise and tossed it to her line. It was called investing in yourself and she was a firm believer as her fans applauded, screamed, fought for and remembered. Equally important, Violet was free to roam. She passed Angel's zoo, some of her fans pointing at Violet and snatching pictures. Others flipping her off and calling her extremely original names. She just smiled at them all, and gave a quick Kung Fu salute to the few cameras. Yes, she would be having a little economics lesson with Angel soon enough. But first she had to do a little Christmas shopping. A small commotion in Kasey Kasey's line as Violet Rayne took her place. Cameras flashed again, and two people in front of her gave up their place to her. She thanked them as it brought her even closer to the woman who was the #1 contender. It really was past time for a proper introduction, and what better place than here? Violet, as non-chalantly as possible, waited for her turn.
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Post by Kasey Kasey on Dec 9, 2009 0:28:34 GMT -6
Kasey Kasey was too distracted at the fact that Cyrus actually SMILED to noticed that *the* Violet Rayne actually cut her way towards the front of the line. Assuming she was merely a die-hard Violet Rayne fan, Kasey Kasey falls completely oblivious to the fact that this was an epic moment in the Rayne/Kasey saga.
Smiling, though not as brightly (seriously, who dresses up in Violet Rayne garb in a Kasey Kasey Meet & Greet line?) Kasey Kasey does her best to brush off this fan's lack of good judgement. Throwing up the horns, she does her best 80's British rock voice, "Rock on Shelia, pump up the volume while you're on the dunny." Perhaps she was getting her accents confused with each other. Smiling, "No seriously, hi, how are you, you?" She uncaps her pen, ready to sign, and add personal notes to anything this Violet Rayne fan had to offer.
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 9, 2009 0:53:25 GMT -6
"Why, I'm just peaches and cream Kasey Clean." Violet took her place in front of the table, obviously oblivious to any and all thought patterns occuring inside the mind of Kasey Kasey because: One, she wasn't psychis and two, the hard wiring of Violet was not Kasey compatible. A good number of people were now aware of what was actually happening, even if Violet and Kasey were not. Violet Rayne, looking rather embarrassed, began checking the rather numerous pockets that littered her punk issue bomber jacket. "I totally just had it here a second ago." She put her keys on the table, then a pair of terminally scratched sunglasses she had found in the lost and found after Ground Zero, a half eaten stick of grape chewing gum, a pen that hadn't worked for almost 8 days, a pen that worked just fine, a picture of a youngish girl (or quite possibly a boy, kids these days), a piece of crumpled saran wrap.
"Could you hold this, just for a second?" She held out a peanut butter and banana wedge that had once been in said saran wrap. Now it was just impeding her search progress. "I'm totally starving but I couldn't wait to see you." The people closest too them laughed a little as they were getting an up close and personal promo, and if Violet Rayne was anything? She certainly hoped it was personal.
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Post by Kasey Kasey on Dec 10, 2009 23:55:35 GMT -6
Kasey Kasey looks at the sandwich questionably, then peers up towards Cyrus, who, well...wasn't paying attention. Was this really what this Violet Rayne fan wanted her to sign? A sandwich wedge? And...was it some kind of silly metaphor? Nevertheless, Kasey Kasey puts back on her smile as she twirls her Sharpee around as it was a magical baton and places the sandwich on the table, ready to write whatever it was this fan desired. "So, to whom shall I make this out too, too?" Perhaps it was just the idea of eating a sandwich that was signed by a soon-to-be famous person. She did mention she was starving.
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 11, 2009 1:18:11 GMT -6
It took a couple of secs for Violet to do Kasey's math: Sandwich plus Sharpee equals what everygirl wants. But once she did, all she could do, for a couple of more secs, was kind of stare in bewilderment. "Good question Yogi, who should you make it out to? Booboo?" This girl was obviously short a sandwich or two in the old picnic basket. "No, too short. Ranger Smith?" Violet Rayne say on the corner of Kasey's autograph table, such serious matters deserved serious contemplation. More pictures were taken as Violet looked over at Kasey. "Oh, I've got it. Totally make it out to the girl who made it. You'd like her, she's completely out of control and riding the outer edge hard and locked on tight. So yeah, that's V-I-O-L-E-T space R-A-Y-N-E." Violet watched the tip of the Sharpee. "This is way better than lunch, Kasey Kasey."
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Post by Kasey Kasey on Dec 11, 2009 4:25:23 GMT -6
Of course, Kasey Kasey nonchalantly began to sign the peanut butter and banana sandwich without second thought to what she was actually writing. You see, this was actually her first ever fan-fest, so she was constantly looking for things to distract her attention from the repeated processes of asking her fans for their names, along with any quick short-conversation starters. While Violet's # 1 Fan did give her a rather unusual item to sign, it was actually the picture of the girl that Kasey Kasey was most enamored with.
With old cartoon references galore going on, she was actually wondering how Violet got her hands on a picture of Kasey Kasey T-ball "card" when she was just seven years old. The kind photographers take of childrens' sports teams so they feel like real "professionals," only they lack the feel of a genuine trading card, and thus it was just the thought that counted. Kasey Kasey was certain her mother only had such a possession. In fact, she thought her mother had burned the entire set, with the exception of the one "magnetted" proudly on the family kitchen fridge. Wanting to question her, Kasey Kasey simply forces a smile as she mindlessly writes onto the previously saran-wrapped sandwiched wedge.
Reading aloud what she wrote, Kasey Kasey brings a tone of valor in her voice, , "To my very stylish friend, Violet Rayne, I giv..." she stopped herself, that didn't seem right. Did she just say 'Violet Rayne?' No, no, that couldn't be. No one makes their own sandwiches anymore, perhaps Violet has a....very a grown-up child. Or a twin sister. Maybe this sandwich is for whomever actually made it in the first place.
Scratching the back of her ear, something she always did when she was on the verge of getting exceptionally nervous, Kasey Kasey begins to realize that perhaps her imagination was just trying to distract her from the actual truth. The odds of Violet Rayne having a child who looked exactly like her, and/or having a twin sister were very slim. Pursing her lips, she closes her eyes, still not wanting to accept the truth, "I...................." she points epically down at the t-ball trading card from her elementary days, and her tone of voice changes to that of someone taking a matter very seriously, "Want to know where in the world you got your hands on this, this." Her eyes will still closed, she was merely assuming she was pointing at the failed attempt at a professional t-ball trading card. "I've never given that to anyone. At all. Just look at me in it. I look like a boy! If it wasn't for the little name plate at the bottom...well, I suppose some boys are actually named 'Ashley' but I doubt any boy spells like I do. A-S-H-L-I-E. People would probably have trouble telling that it's me. I only know of one copy, and well, I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHERE YOU GOT IT, GOT IT." 'Kasey Kasey' was just her stage name, 'Ashlie Arbour' was her actual name, and that was the name written specially on the card. What did Violet Rayne do to get her hands on such a one-of-a-kind soon-to-be collectors item?
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 11, 2009 5:26:35 GMT -6
"What, this old thing?" Violet picked the picture up before "Kasey Kasey" got any fast ideas. With her other hand she took the freshly autographed sandwich wedge and took a generous bite of 'very stylish'. She chewed her food carefully, like all good girls did and then with equal care avoided the question completely. "Did you know?" God she would trade her beauty secrets for a glass of milk. "Did you know I grew up not too far from here?" She took another bite, this time savoring the 'Violet'. "Oregon? The PDX? Stumptown, USA? We're like neighbors. You're totally the girl next door. I wonder, what's the opposite of the girl next door?"
She actually wondered aloud and seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Her combat booted feet swung beneath the table she sat on. Pausing from her lunch break, she looked at the picture a little closer. "Wow, you really did look like a boy."
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Post by Kasey Kasey on Dec 13, 2009 4:05:03 GMT -6
Pursing her lips so they were a piercing white, Kasey Kasey shakes her head disapprovingly, and not for just one reason. "HOW could you EAT that? I just signed it for you, you." she pauses, the chewing going on serving as a momentary distraction, "And I do NOT look like a silly little boy, boy" She does her best feminine-pose, at least the best one could do while sitting down, Kasey Kasey wasn't about to sit-up. It was rather dorky, and really unnecessary. "Maybe I did then, but....but...the past is the past, I would like to keep it BURIED, BURIED." Stretching out her hand, she tries to reach for the picture, but of course Violet Rayne's jaguar-like reflexes prevented any small victory for our T-ball Allstar.
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 13, 2009 6:05:10 GMT -6
By the time Kasey Tom Boy had finished, Violet was licking her own fingertips free of peanut butter. It was all that remained of the sandwich and soon even that was gone. As casually as one could ask, Violet looked into Kasey's eyes and did just that: "How much?" She waved the picture like it was a little fan in a little summer scene of some forgotten movie.
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Post by Corona on Dec 14, 2009 17:12:27 GMT -6
After what seemed like days without making a sound, Cyrus let out a small grunt. He was semi-paying attention to the business going down at the table. But his main focus was on this pair of men standing off a ways away. One was wearing a t-shirt with a URL address on the front. He couldn't see the full address but knew he saw the word "bag" in it. The other man wearing a nice black suit with a pink tie. The tie had a solid gold clip with the letter U on it. Cyrus couldn't help but think. Do I know those guys? He couldn't remember if he did or not, so he had spent the time while Kasey and Violet were talking trying to figure it out. He shook his head and coming back to the conversation at the table. He saw that both girls attention was on what seemed to be a baseball card. He couldn't see who was on it but Kasey looked like she really wanted to get her hands on it. Being the slippery devil that he is, Cyrus managed to slip from behind the table without the two of them noticing and get behind Violet. He's eyes landed on the picture on the card and he had to muffle a laugh. It was some little boy on a T-ball Team named Ashley. Which only reminded him of a boy while he was growing up with the same. Cyrus would pick on that kid up until Freshman year of High School when Ashley had a growth spurt and clocked Cyrus on the bus. To this day he claims it was only a lucky punch. What do we have here? Cyrus says as his hand reached out and grabbed the card out of Violet's hand. He brought it closer so he could get a better look at it. What a goofy looking kid, and what kind of parents would name there boy Ashley? I mean really? He lets out a good laugh someone else tries to take the card from him.
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