BECKY CARLSON
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Post by BECKY CARLSON on Dec 22, 2010 21:50:36 GMT -5
Okay, so Becky TOTALLY loved college, and she majorly super duper loved everything about starting to be an adult and getting to live out on her own and have independence and stuff...but part of her insides were screaming for her to reconnect with her family. ALL the time. Even though college life was working out totally perfectly for her, Becky still missed the nice and quiet home life, that always had a loving mother and pair of sisters there for her when she needed them. A part of her was still a child at heart and was flipping out with the need to go running home to her mommy and sisters to tell them stories about just how great she was doing in band.
Wearing her usual, perfect outfit of glamor and star quality fashion, she burst through the doors to the restaruant. Sure, it was early as hell on a Sunday morning, but they weren't due to open for another half an hour. That would be plenty of time to tackle her little sis and hug and whimper about how much she MISSED her and talk about how totally epic college was and and and-
Where was everybody?
Okay, yeah, of course it was early, but was that any excuse for them not to be there yet? Becky had aways been raised with an INTENSE sense of punctuality. Her family was NOT the type to come late for anything.
Were they.... she shuddered to think of it.... IGNORING HER?
A little heartbroken and annoyed, Becky started to pace the restaurant like a caged animal. How DARE they? She had given up her own precious time to come and see them all and tell them just how much she loved them and they just decided to not come out to play? That was just so totally not cool. Becky had always been the star child. the one destined to go on to greatness. The one who was always the favorite and loved and practically WORSHIPED for her great musical talent and skills.
"HELLOOOO!? GUYS? I'M LIKE, TOTALLY HERE! YOU CAN COME LOVE ME NOW!"
Glancing angrily at her watch, she was ready to give them about five more minutes before she walked out in a huff. An ANGRY huff. A huff that people took note of and wrote about in blogs and in the papers and would make her family regret EVER snubbing the daughter that knew how to make a scene.
Words 415 TagsSamantha! NotesIn defense of the fashion choices, she THINKS that she's a great fashionista, but in reality all of her clothes are horribly mismatched and garish and such. Outfit CLICK ME! CreditsMade by Becket in his mad November creativity storm.[/left]
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Post by safetypinalert on Dec 22, 2010 22:35:25 GMT -5
Sam glanced up from the counter. She was in the kitchens, when she heard the small beep, alerting her someone had walked in before opening time. She sighed, and shook her head. Couldn’t these people read? There was very obviously a ‘CLOSED’ sign hanging on the door. She pushed herself lazily to her feet, and came from the kitchens.
Normally, she’d have a chipper, cheery bright smile on to greet customers. But off the clock, anything was fair game. “Sorry, we’re closed right now. Come back in about an—Oh god.” When she realized EXACTLY who was at the door, she was tempted to turn around, and possibly crawl into an oven.
“Mom ran away from you. She left the Wandering Goose to me, and told me to tell you if you wanted to find her, she’ll be hiding from you somewhere in Bangkok I think.” Sarcasm laced her voice, and her head lolled to the side. “No, actually. She could be in the back somewhere. I haven’t seen her yet. I don’t know.” She muttered, and crossed her arms over her chest. Small she was, but lacking curves she was not. Mostly hiding it under oversized shirts, and clothes. Today she had chosen a very worn, very large striped shirt that nearly covered the faded, old jean shorts hugging her legs. Her short brown hair pinned out of her face by multi-colored sparkling bobby pins.
“Shouldn’t you be like. At school. Learning something, or something? Or did you,” Insert fake gasp, “Actually come to work?” Sam clutched the small notebook in her hands a little tighter. She had been writing notes on just random things, and if her sister even thought once about taking the notebook from her, she’d have to pry it from her cold, dead fingers. “And aren’t you supposed to like. Call before you suddenly drop in on relatives or something? To give them a heads up so they can leave town?”
Words: 326 Tags: Save Sammie's Soul Notes: Isn't she so excited to see her sister? Outfit:www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=26253293 Credits: Ollie made this crappy thing, yo.
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BECKY CARLSON
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THE PIED PIPER BARRIE UNIVERSITY FRESHMAN PIED PIPER DORMANT
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Post by BECKY CARLSON on Dec 23, 2010 23:40:27 GMT -5
“Mom ran away from you. She left the Wandering Goose to me, and told me to tell you if you wanted to find her, she’ll be hiding from you somewhere in Bangkok I think. No, actually. She could be in the back somewhere. I haven’t seen her yet. I don’t know.”
Okay, so SOMEHOW, when Becky thought of family, her dear and darling little sister Sammy always seemed to skip out on the mental picture. It wasn't that she didn't LOVE Sammy just as much....she just wasn't as important. Did that sound bad? Shit, it totally did. Well, whatever. Was it so horrible that Becky wanted to see the people who would actually appreciate her instead of the one singular person who managed to be born with related genes that DIDN'T always want to bask in Becky's glory?
Well, as the bible always said, it was better to be nice and play along with the people that irked her rather than stoop to their level and lash out with unkind words, right? Maybe if Becky drowned her sister in sweetness, she would see the error of her evil ways and she would be nice to Becky for once. Wouldn't that be a miracle?
So, instead of screaming bloody murder at the vicious way that her own kin was treating her, Becky just smiled and nodded when Sammy whipped out those little remarks about how she needed to call more. It was better for her to take it all in and formulate the best possible response rather than be impulsive as usual. Just quietly smile and make Sammy think twice about being such a bitch to her favorite sister in the whole wide world.
"Well, Sammy, is it so bad that I just wanted to drop by and tell my super duper hard worker of a sister that I absolutely adore her and think she's the best person in the whole wide world?"
Giggling a teensy bit at the absurdity of her own words, Becky skipped happily over to her little sister, giving her the biggest hug she had given anyone in a while. The whole time, she could only relish the fact that this change of character would be bound to make that little shit question herself the next time she threatened Becky. Guilt was a powerful thing, and most people couldn't handle being nasty to the ones that were in the process of giving hugs.
Words 414 TagsSamantha! NotesI don't understand it either, but here's your post! Outfit CLICK ME! CreditsMade by Becket in his mad November creativity storm.[/left]
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Post by safetypinalert on Dec 26, 2010 8:17:36 GMT -5
“Awesome. In that case your super-duper-hard-worker of a sister wants to tell you that you’re completely off your rocker.” Samantha quite literally grumped. She crossed her arms over her chest, or rather…underneath it, since with Samantha’s chest, it was a bit hard to do anything over them.
“Why are you here anyway? You never wo--" Sam tensed, froze, and completely snapped shut. Her sister had her arms around her. She was preparing to crush Sammie into a million, bajillion pieces. “What are you doing, you Skittles Reject?” Sam yelped, and quickly ducked out from her sister’s hug, looking completely horrified.
“By the way, mom wanted me to give you this letter. It was from some hot-shot director from Broadway or something. It looked really important, so I kinda wanted to take a peek, to you know…know what’s up, if it was good news, maybe throw a party for you and all,” Sam tucked her short brown hair behind a tiny ear. She swallowed hard, and lowered her eyes. The set up.
One of her favorite past-times was completely terrorizing her big sister. Taking her down from her tall pedestal was so thrilling, and so hysterical, that even some of those who witnessed, had a hard time trying to keep a smile down.
“Anyway, it was some really important letter saying like. They were doing this play, and they held auditions but nothing turned up, so they were over at Barrie in disguise or something I guess, and they saw you on stage. And wanted you to play lead for their new up and coming musical, or something.” Sam bit her lower lip, “And that you needed to bring the letter with you to the offices, for confirmation, and you wouldn’t be considered without that letter in hand.” Sam took a small step back, one arm at her side, the other crossed across her stomach, gripping her own elbow tightly, “Well. I might have dropped the letter in clam chowder by mistaakkeeeee.” She drawled, biting on her lip harder. And there was the delivery. Now for the reaction.
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BECKY CARLSON
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Post by BECKY CARLSON on Dec 26, 2010 20:52:10 GMT -5
Becky grinned in victory as her sister squirmed away. Mission 1: Make-Sister-Uncomfortable-Through-The-Power-Of-Love was a success. Now she just had to decide what mission two would entail. She could either go the way of holding the whole "Mom always loved me best" over her head OR she could whip out "you wouldn't BELIEVE how amazing college guys are!" That second one ought to really set the little twerp off. She usually could be depended upon to hate being reminded that she was the baby of the family.
Becky's evil plots were cut short when her little baby sister started talking. Truthfully, Becky didn't get all of what she said. She stopped paying attention after the magic words were brought into the conversation:
Director. From. Broadway.
Becky's uncontrollable mind went into overdrive. There. had. been. a. letter. from. BROADWAY. This was her big break. She was finally getting noticed! Who cares how they found her!? It didn't matter! All that mattered now was where exactly she wanted to buy her second mansion in France. As of now, her life was taking off, and it was all because of that letter that her sweet and generous and loving little sister had told her about. Becky would have to find some way to thank her for that. Perhaps once she was rich and famous and had a famous actor for a husband, she could send Sammy a nice Gift Basket or something, to show that she would always remember who first told her about her big break.
The bliss was almost too much for Becky. She had totally stopped paying attention to Sammy after the first few sentences, only vaguely hearing the things about the letter that she just kept rambling on about. She could only think about just how amazing her new life was going to be, and how she was going to have to make sure that they spelled her name right in the big lights up on the signs, and and and -
“Well. I might have dropped the letter in clam chowder by mistaakkeeeee.”
Becky wasn't really in control of her actions when she started hauling ass across the restaurant and slammed into her baby sister, toppling them both to the floor. Of course, the tackle was WELL deserved, for any potential chowder-ness to do with the letter, but she hadn't consciously made a decision.
"SAMMY, IF THAT LETTER IS ANYTHING OTHER THAN TOTALLY PERFECT AND READY FOR ME TO BRING TO THE BROADWAY POWERS THAT BE, THEN I AM GOING TO END YOUR EXISTENCE! DO YOU HEAR ME? END IT!"
With her body carefully maneuvered to pin her younger sister to the floor, becky was well aware of the fact that she was doing a great job of pulling off the banshee look.
Words narg TagsSamantha! NotesIn defense of the fashion choices, she THINKS that she's a great fashionista, but in reality all of her clothes are horribly mismatched and garish and such. Outfit CLICK ME! CreditsMade by Becket in his mad November creativity storm.[/left]
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Post by safetypinalert on Jan 18, 2011 22:38:38 GMT -5
Watching her sister’s face get that tell-tale sign that she was daydreaming, was almost perfect revenge for that brutal hug she was just forced into. Before Sammy could even truly enjoy it though, her sister was running after her. "Oh shhii—" She didn’t finish that though, her converse skidding across the floor as she tried to run away. She cried out when she was pummeled to the ground, trying to sink through the floor while her sister was screaming.
Sammy started screaming too, wordless, and she was aware of a pain spreading over the back of her head, “What the hell are you doing you freaking psycho?!” She tried to push her taller sister off of her, “Get off me you hysterical lemon! I was joking, no director from Broadway would want a psycho nut like you!” She screamed, kicking her legs, slamming them on the ground, “MOOM!!!!” She screeched, hoping her mom was in the back kitchen, “BECKY’S TRYING TO KILL ME AGAIN!” Luckily---Sammy still had that little girl scream, the shrill, deafening scream.
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BECKY CARLSON
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Post by BECKY CARLSON on Feb 11, 2011 19:41:22 GMT -5
Sammy's pathetic cries were no use against the righteous fury that boiled deep within Becky's soul. She was filled with an angelic rage, which gave her the strength to carry on in the face of the treachery of her young sister. She was ready to viciously rip her sister apart limb from limb if it meant that she could finally get her letter of recognition from the most prestigious of all theaters in the world. It was what ANY reasonable diva would do!
Get off me you hysterical lemon! I was joking, no director from Broadway would want a psycho nut like you!”
Becky's mouth dropped, and all at once the fires of bloody revenge that burned within her all doused themselves. It wasn't true? Broadway was still waiting to send her the Golden letter that would grant her admittance to the magical world of musicals? What? That didn't even make sense!
She felt the will to fight slip out of her. She slumped off of her sister and onto the ground. All at once, the tears began to well up inside her. She had believed it! She had believed that bald-faced lie from Stupid Sammy. It was just.... It was just too much to take in all at once. Broadway was still acting like a cold, unloving father to her, ignoring her desperate attempts to get its attention and giving musical rights away to all the stupidest plays ever slapped into existence by monkeys at typewriters.
It just wasn't fair!
She let the tears come in large, explosive whoops of pain, as she curled up into a ball on the ground, no longer caring about stupid Sammy and her stupid lying and her made up letter. She was sure that the people walking on the streets would probably be able to hear her shrieks of tormented pain, and she didn't care. In fact, she hoped they did! Maybe her tears would let them know that they were living in an unfair world, that loved no one and let no one realize their dreams.
"WHY DOES NOBODY LOVE ME?," she snuffled and screamed in world-shaking wails. \
Words narg TagsSamantha! NotesIn defense of the fashion choices, she THINKS that she's a great fashionista, but in reality all of her clothes are horribly mismatched and garish and such. Outfit CLICK ME! CreditsMade by Becket in his mad November creativity storm.[/left]
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Post by safetypinalert on Feb 11, 2011 19:53:38 GMT -5
When Becky went limp, Sam stopped screaming. She took a huge breath, as though she were gulping for the breath that would bring life into her. Life with Becky was one close freaking brush with death after another. She sat up, her short hair tossled, and messy. Uh oh. Uh oh. Then the wails. And they hurt. Not Samantha's heart of course--Becky had done so much worse. And mommy dearest was always fawning over her anyway--a few tears would maybe humble her. Treat her little sister better, so cruel jokes wouldn't be played, and then life would continue, happily ever after.
Samantha watched her sister drop to the floor, in that overly dramatic way, and another devious little thought came to play in her mind. She sat up, and fussed, crawling on all fours over to her older sister. She leaned her head over, trying to see her tear-streaked face. Glory! Sam forced herself to look wide-eyed and innocent, puckering her lips at her sister. "Aww, that's not true, big sister! I love you." She said sweetly, her voice sounding sad. "There there..." She sighed, and rubbed her sobbing sister's back. "It's better you come to grips with it now. Here, let me get you some cookies, or ice cream. Or maybe both. Since Broadway's never going to want you, go can start on being a fat-wife. I'm pretty sure I saw a sumo wrestler in Central the other day, who'd love to make you his pudgy little bride!" She said brightly, before jumped to her feet.
"Oh, my darling sister! The fat bride. I'm sure we could all put the bridesmaids in fatsuits, so you wouldn't feel so left out. Of course I'd wear one too, just to make you feel better, and let everyone pretend you aren't the ONLY whale-sized sister." Sam tapped her chin in thought, looking up to the decorated ceiling of the resturaunt.
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