Ms/Mr Capitol Pageant - Freestyle Design
Dec 30, 2015 1:36:27 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Dec 30, 2015 1:36:27 GMT -5
{ fuCK fancy tables
-cracks knuckles-
there will probs be one put in later tho
for blitz tho }
for blitz tho }
"I'm tired of this pageant can I just get Stella Summit Shortcake?"
Mirabilia was only but an eight year old in a pageant full of those who, how she described, were old enough to get their face lift to hide their creases. Her mouth was made unfiltered, and she spewed it at the competition, her mother, always reprimanded her when saying things like- "Why do your nipnops sag past your belly button?"
She took a bite of her Heather Tenley Grilled Chicken Breast before having her hand tugged, to the point where she dropped her fork with a clatter against a plate. "Let me go!", she screamed, the fear was in the eyes of the techie, who called her upon stage only but several minutes ago. ( "I'm famous and I'm only eight years old." ) It was a very well known fact, casting upon headlines since her birth, that the daughter of Capricious was no forsaken thought, being the only little girl in a crowd of boys.
"I can't, no no no no no I'm not doing that, I'm sorry."
The auditorium fell silent in awaiting awe of what was to come next. Mirabilia pulled at her hand, she screamed, kicked, slapped, though nothing was sufficient enough to get her to cooperate. Food was her only motivation, and she was the definition of a- toddler in tiara ( ((; )- She powdered her cheeks with her bare hand, calming down from a hurricane, to only the after storm, she carried her circus ball in two hands. Strutting like the diva she is, the crowd screamed and cheered, "YAAASSSS MIRA YAASSSS BABY WORK IT MOMMA SLAAAYYYYYY", she got to the front, adorned in her brightly colored outfit, all designed to look as though she'd come straight out of Cricket Antionette's circus.