#estrellawn

i heard stevens ripped . that hes shredded

just as planned.

@estrellawn‘s entry has gone down in flames, and ursula herself started the fire. the leavanny that wouldn’t listen did its job, and now she and her pokémon run backstage with their tails tucked between their legs. ah, victory, sweeter than any of the desserts that had been offered to her today, but unlike dessert this revenge was best served cold. cold as the icy landscape of her heart, and bitter as a ripe durin berry in the spring. 

she can’t say so, though--it’s a risk even to smirk. the only sorrow to this “happy” ending lies in that she cannot LAUGH before the world at the woman who thought she could call her a friend…but she can critique like wallace, for the sake of being “objective.” with hardly a hint of emotion on her face, she delivers her verdict.

LOOKS: 0 / 30

❝well, that was embarrassing, can’t we agree?❞ she simpers. ❝honey, you had the right idea, but i simply can’t give points to an entry that can’t even stay together through a performance. this is the looks category, and nothing looks worse than watching someone’s dreams fall apart. what can i say? both you and your dress broke down.❞

COMPLEXITY: 0 / 30

❝you were quite excited for this, weren’t you? bursting with enthusiasm. ready for your audience’s wildest expectations to go to pieces. practically coming apart at the seams. i feel so sorry for you, i think i’m about to tear up~❞ a slight smile, a tilt of the head. ❝unfortunately, as an impartial judge, i need a brain as well as a heart. as sad as it will be for your hopes to come undone…i’m going to have to give you another zero.❞

ORIGINALITY: 5 / 30

❝i do feel sorry for you, dawn. i really do. you came here thinking you could win it all, and then your clothing fell tragically short. however, in spite of the absolutely insipid gore theme of your work--which i suppose is fitting, given the bloodbath that was your performance--i think you deserve a few pity points because i mean…you were trying. at least you had the decency to run offstage so that no one would see you.❞ 

she doesn’t recognize the kuchisake onna theme, nor does she want to. even if she did, her score would not have changed.

BONUSES & CROWD VOTE:

❝well, you got +5 for using psychic…i suppose you need all the help you can get. this means--❞

In the time that had passed since the fall of Team Galactic, the sight of familiar faces had grown less and less. There were a few of his loyal satellites and his sister who remained as the constants in terms of people but for the most part, everyone else had gone their separate ways. It was unfortunate, in a sense, but that’s just the way things were. Saturn didn’t question it. 

What he was questioning though was why this girl of all people would show up around here. He hadn’t encountered her since Spear Pillar - an event he wished that he could forget. Just the sight of her face was enough to bring him back to that horrible day. 

The grip on his cane tightened before he paused and exhaled. He couldn’t allow himself to dwell on that. That was then, and this was now. Here he had a chance to reconcile whatever hard feelings might remain from the impact of Team Galactic. Putting on a friendly smile, Saturn slowly approached Dawn.

It wasn’t a pleasant notification. A single envelop sat at the doorway, and inside was a message for her- “Come to the local Pokemon Center, tonight. I know what you did at Spear Pillar, and what you saw- the information is safe with me, but you won’t be.”

The threat alone wasn’t the only thing that made it truly unsettling- how would some stranger know things almost all of the world didn’t? It wasn’t a crisis, but certainly a cause for alarm, and something about the message’s nature made it seem that it was urgent. After all, why now of all times? Why not after the fact? And above all, who was the individual?

That could all be found out now, as they sat inside the meeting place, alone at a table with two chairs, enjoying a cup of coffee (black of course, since their taste never recovered) through their mask- no, it wasn’t as ridiculous as it sounded. Idly they stared out the window, occasionally stopping to peer at the watch on their wrist- would she come after all?

OBEY.

----Perhaps for the first time in a long time, Cyrus feels healthy. Three square meals are eaten that day. A nice shower in the morning. Hair and teeth brushed (a usual action, anyway) and comfortable clothing selected. A normal workload completed. Sure, his efficiency levels are lower than what they should be, but at least now you can rest knowing he has had a full 24 hours of NORMALITY for his body. Irritating, yes, but an order is an order.

          Dana was, as usual, stuffing food into her mouth. Through bites of pizza, she began to gesture and talked in an animated fashion.           ❝ Then he’s got the nerve to be all like ‘we can’t let’a kid into the meadow cause there’s a violent Pokemon’n I’m like ‘move’m a violent toddler’ ‘n he picked me up and moved me over. Like nothin’. Right, Hydreigon? ❞