Post by disdonn on Apr 22, 2010 23:01:17 GMT -6
She sits near the windowsill, with binoculars in her hands, staring out the window longingly. Her hair is let loose and long, and for the first time in a long time, one could call her “pretty”. Julietta Lee is sitting, in a very pretty pink spring dress, none of her piercings in and dolled up with makeup to look almost like a supermodel, save the tattoos that adorn her voluptuous figure. She gazes, longingly from her hotel window, to the hotel across the street. What is she staring at? What is going on in her head? Does she even realize she’s supposed to have been shooting this promo already?
She finally comes to her senses, noticing the cameraman is sitting there and whips out her switchblade, quickly letting the blade come from the handle. She puts it up toward the camera and looks menacingly at him for a second, before turning the blade sideways, checking her hair and makeup, and then sitting back down. She pulls out a tube of lip gloss from her nearby purse, and uses her switchblade to put it on appropriately to her lips. She puckers to make sure it’s rightly applied, putting both the knife and the makeup away, before beginning to speak in a soft voice, not becoming of the Julietta we know.
“Ah, what lovely longing day it is today. I wish I could continue to stare out this window across the street forever, but alas, you must think it poor of me to not have called you sooner to talk to me. I know I’ve been busy this week, Tuesday was a special day for me, and the other days were just so fraught with the business of a woman in love, it is truly a completely interesting subject.”
Is this the same Julietta we know? She looks different, hell, she even sounds different. Her poise, her voice, the way she speaks is completely regal and more akin to a princess or debutant than Julietta Lee, scourge and “dirty whore” of the Women’s Division. She notices the cameraman staring at her, perplexed, and giggles. She…giggles.
“Teehee, I thought you would be confused by me speaking in such a way. Was that a good imitation of a good housewife? Do you think he’ll like it? Do you think he’ll like this dress? Do you?”
She is, of course, speaking of whoever it is she’s been stalking. Though she’s not really been on camera much lately, you could only assume the amount of planning she’s been putting into getting to talk to this man she’s become infatuated with over fantasies she’s made up in her head. She puts her head in her hands in such a way that you would realize all to quickly she is forlorn that she has fallen so hard for a man she cannot be with at this very moment.
“I really do wish he’d call me back. I know he can get my number if he only star six nine’d me, but it appears he is scared. Oh I feel I’ve been pushing him away, but I love him so much, I can’t help from smothering him and showering him with gifts…upon gifts…upon…”
She points to the bed, which has been covered with boxes that appear to be leaking, dolls that are half-destroyed and stitched back together, photographs that are hardly able to be seen, but one could only assume it is the photo she has put of herself and the man she’s obsessed with. But what about her real task?
“I know, I know, I’m supposed to cut out this act of being some sort of beautiful lady, some refined being…but I really do think it might help me when it comes time to be the good housewife I know I can be. My poor children have never seen their mother as someone normal, I wish I could be. I want that picket fence. I want that loving husband, with the good job. I want to be the portrait of the American Family. But alas, I have to make a move first…as it seems he’s not taking my moves very well right now, I’ll have to actually, push myself to meet him soon enough. And yes, I realize you have better things to do than watch me…hold on.”
Julietta turns to the window, grabbing the binoculars, and from the expression change on her face, it appears someone has come into the room with the man she’s been stalking and a surge of jealousy comes over her. She picks up the phone, quickly dialing a number that could very well be for the hotel across from her. She quickly pulls shut the shades before he answers, and when he does, she lets him have it.
“I SEE WHAT YOU ARE DOING! YOU LEAVE THAT STUPID WHORE ALONE! YOU SHOULD BE WITH ME! ME! I love you, darling. Please call me…I…”
Before she can finish, we hear the dial tone of the other line. Her rage increases, but she somehow finds a way to put the phone down calmly before grabbing her hair and screaming at the top of her lungs while thrashing about in her dress, tears beginning to stream down her face.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE THAT STUPID BITCH AND WISH SHE WOULD DIE!!!!!!!”
The sudden mood swings of Julietta only makes it more clear and evident this relationship she’s built up in her mind, has only strained and frayed her sanity. She looks at the Camera man who points to the clock, and Julietta cocks her head to the side.
“You want me to hurry up and get to the real reason you are here, don’t you ****er? Well how about this. Joanne Canelli can lick my *censored* and she can enjoy it because I’m not going to let her just assume I’m some easily beatable floozy. Just because I’ve lost a few matches doesn’t mean I should be overlooked, I’ve seen the things she’s been saying behind my back, and you know what, I’m tired of it. I don’t think she has any idea what kind of person I could be, if I felt like it. I could put her on the injured list for good if she wanted to keep pushing my buttons. Doesn’t she see…I’m in LOVE! I want this man, so badly I can taste him. To have him beneath me…to have his arms around me…for him to be fondling me as…”
She begins to trail off, her hands instinctually beginning to move to her breasts and genitals, until she realizes the camera is still rolling and she sticks out her tongue, making a very odd face.
“I bet that’s getting you off, Joanne, isn’t it? Stupid bitch…and you have this whole “Italian Mob” type of getup going too. Good job, nice way to make people realize how much of a stupid whore you must be. The fake mob gimmick stopped being interesting in the 90s, babe, get with the times. And this Angel Kash…who the hell is she? On Tuesday I asked my friend if I could have some, but he didn’t know what I was talking about so I just said “Give me the usual.” Stupid men, never know how to find the good stuff when you…nevermind! I can’t be admitting to my personal habits on such an important week. I need to get ready, because Joanne, this stupid whore…she’s going to pay for what she has said about me.”
She pulls out her switchblade again, and makes a gesture like she’s about to cut off the tip of her own nose.
“Joanne, the tension must be so SUSPENSEFUL for you. I mean, knowing I will probably use my knife here to make you ugly…why, that just wouldn’t be very posh now would it? Poor rich fake mafia bitch, you have no clue, do you? You think I’m just some harmless crazy love-struck chick, not the creepy and insane woman I really am. Don’t underestimate me, or you’ll pay.”
Julietta pulls out a stuffed doll of an angel, for what reason we are about to find out as she gets a twisted glimmer in her emerald green eyes.
“So, Angel is your name, I thought we already had one of those, but he’s a dude. See, you have the kind of name that makes me think of 4:20. And you know what I need to do, I need to show you just what kind of business I’m in. I like destroying beautiful things, but since you are new, and nobody knows what you look like, I have a stuffed angel to illustrate my point of how I am going to…”
She begins to dig the knife into the doll, pulling it apart at the seams very slowly and dramatically.
“Rip you apart! I will tear you open, spill out your entrails and let the fans lap up every last bit of your blood. You have no idea how much I hate those ****ers, and knowing that your poison will infect them just gives me the chills, you know. I just want them all to DIE! They think I’m crazy…I am not CRAZY! I am just a little, hyperactive, that’s what I am. And you…Angel, you’re going to see why you will never make it in nCw on Suspense. I’m going to bring the pain, because I have a lot of jealous rage to let out…and I know JUST who will be the perfect victims for the slaughter. Oh…this is going to be SO fun!”
Julietta smiles and begins to cackle like a wild hyena as she drops the doll to the ground, slowly putting the knife away. She continues to laugh as she looks at the assorted things on her bed, before calming down, picking up the photograph and holding it close to her face. She begins to turn the photograph to show us, but the battery light on the camera comes on, and it cuts out before we can see who it is she’s been infatuated with for so long.
She finally comes to her senses, noticing the cameraman is sitting there and whips out her switchblade, quickly letting the blade come from the handle. She puts it up toward the camera and looks menacingly at him for a second, before turning the blade sideways, checking her hair and makeup, and then sitting back down. She pulls out a tube of lip gloss from her nearby purse, and uses her switchblade to put it on appropriately to her lips. She puckers to make sure it’s rightly applied, putting both the knife and the makeup away, before beginning to speak in a soft voice, not becoming of the Julietta we know.
“Ah, what lovely longing day it is today. I wish I could continue to stare out this window across the street forever, but alas, you must think it poor of me to not have called you sooner to talk to me. I know I’ve been busy this week, Tuesday was a special day for me, and the other days were just so fraught with the business of a woman in love, it is truly a completely interesting subject.”
Is this the same Julietta we know? She looks different, hell, she even sounds different. Her poise, her voice, the way she speaks is completely regal and more akin to a princess or debutant than Julietta Lee, scourge and “dirty whore” of the Women’s Division. She notices the cameraman staring at her, perplexed, and giggles. She…giggles.
“Teehee, I thought you would be confused by me speaking in such a way. Was that a good imitation of a good housewife? Do you think he’ll like it? Do you think he’ll like this dress? Do you?”
She is, of course, speaking of whoever it is she’s been stalking. Though she’s not really been on camera much lately, you could only assume the amount of planning she’s been putting into getting to talk to this man she’s become infatuated with over fantasies she’s made up in her head. She puts her head in her hands in such a way that you would realize all to quickly she is forlorn that she has fallen so hard for a man she cannot be with at this very moment.
“I really do wish he’d call me back. I know he can get my number if he only star six nine’d me, but it appears he is scared. Oh I feel I’ve been pushing him away, but I love him so much, I can’t help from smothering him and showering him with gifts…upon gifts…upon…”
She points to the bed, which has been covered with boxes that appear to be leaking, dolls that are half-destroyed and stitched back together, photographs that are hardly able to be seen, but one could only assume it is the photo she has put of herself and the man she’s obsessed with. But what about her real task?
“I know, I know, I’m supposed to cut out this act of being some sort of beautiful lady, some refined being…but I really do think it might help me when it comes time to be the good housewife I know I can be. My poor children have never seen their mother as someone normal, I wish I could be. I want that picket fence. I want that loving husband, with the good job. I want to be the portrait of the American Family. But alas, I have to make a move first…as it seems he’s not taking my moves very well right now, I’ll have to actually, push myself to meet him soon enough. And yes, I realize you have better things to do than watch me…hold on.”
Julietta turns to the window, grabbing the binoculars, and from the expression change on her face, it appears someone has come into the room with the man she’s been stalking and a surge of jealousy comes over her. She picks up the phone, quickly dialing a number that could very well be for the hotel across from her. She quickly pulls shut the shades before he answers, and when he does, she lets him have it.
“I SEE WHAT YOU ARE DOING! YOU LEAVE THAT STUPID WHORE ALONE! YOU SHOULD BE WITH ME! ME! I love you, darling. Please call me…I…”
Before she can finish, we hear the dial tone of the other line. Her rage increases, but she somehow finds a way to put the phone down calmly before grabbing her hair and screaming at the top of her lungs while thrashing about in her dress, tears beginning to stream down her face.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE THAT STUPID BITCH AND WISH SHE WOULD DIE!!!!!!!”
The sudden mood swings of Julietta only makes it more clear and evident this relationship she’s built up in her mind, has only strained and frayed her sanity. She looks at the Camera man who points to the clock, and Julietta cocks her head to the side.
“You want me to hurry up and get to the real reason you are here, don’t you ****er? Well how about this. Joanne Canelli can lick my *censored* and she can enjoy it because I’m not going to let her just assume I’m some easily beatable floozy. Just because I’ve lost a few matches doesn’t mean I should be overlooked, I’ve seen the things she’s been saying behind my back, and you know what, I’m tired of it. I don’t think she has any idea what kind of person I could be, if I felt like it. I could put her on the injured list for good if she wanted to keep pushing my buttons. Doesn’t she see…I’m in LOVE! I want this man, so badly I can taste him. To have him beneath me…to have his arms around me…for him to be fondling me as…”
She begins to trail off, her hands instinctually beginning to move to her breasts and genitals, until she realizes the camera is still rolling and she sticks out her tongue, making a very odd face.
“I bet that’s getting you off, Joanne, isn’t it? Stupid bitch…and you have this whole “Italian Mob” type of getup going too. Good job, nice way to make people realize how much of a stupid whore you must be. The fake mob gimmick stopped being interesting in the 90s, babe, get with the times. And this Angel Kash…who the hell is she? On Tuesday I asked my friend if I could have some, but he didn’t know what I was talking about so I just said “Give me the usual.” Stupid men, never know how to find the good stuff when you…nevermind! I can’t be admitting to my personal habits on such an important week. I need to get ready, because Joanne, this stupid whore…she’s going to pay for what she has said about me.”
She pulls out her switchblade again, and makes a gesture like she’s about to cut off the tip of her own nose.
“Joanne, the tension must be so SUSPENSEFUL for you. I mean, knowing I will probably use my knife here to make you ugly…why, that just wouldn’t be very posh now would it? Poor rich fake mafia bitch, you have no clue, do you? You think I’m just some harmless crazy love-struck chick, not the creepy and insane woman I really am. Don’t underestimate me, or you’ll pay.”
Julietta pulls out a stuffed doll of an angel, for what reason we are about to find out as she gets a twisted glimmer in her emerald green eyes.
“So, Angel is your name, I thought we already had one of those, but he’s a dude. See, you have the kind of name that makes me think of 4:20. And you know what I need to do, I need to show you just what kind of business I’m in. I like destroying beautiful things, but since you are new, and nobody knows what you look like, I have a stuffed angel to illustrate my point of how I am going to…”
She begins to dig the knife into the doll, pulling it apart at the seams very slowly and dramatically.
“Rip you apart! I will tear you open, spill out your entrails and let the fans lap up every last bit of your blood. You have no idea how much I hate those ****ers, and knowing that your poison will infect them just gives me the chills, you know. I just want them all to DIE! They think I’m crazy…I am not CRAZY! I am just a little, hyperactive, that’s what I am. And you…Angel, you’re going to see why you will never make it in nCw on Suspense. I’m going to bring the pain, because I have a lot of jealous rage to let out…and I know JUST who will be the perfect victims for the slaughter. Oh…this is going to be SO fun!”
Julietta smiles and begins to cackle like a wild hyena as she drops the doll to the ground, slowly putting the knife away. She continues to laugh as she looks at the assorted things on her bed, before calming down, picking up the photograph and holding it close to her face. She begins to turn the photograph to show us, but the battery light on the camera comes on, and it cuts out before we can see who it is she’s been infatuated with for so long.