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Post by Admin on Jul 26, 2021 12:42:35 GMT -6
 Azurine Vebbins vs Anastasia BaudelaireRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Saturday, August 7, 2021 @ 7PM Central |
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Post by anastasiabaudelaire on Aug 4, 2021 13:25:44 GMT -6
When season 1 of MHW started, Anastasia Baudelaire immediately fell in love with it. MHW was how she discovered professional wrestling, and though she was rich and famous being a supermodel, she wanted to be a professional wrestler very badly. During the last few months of Anastasia's acting career, she began secretly training to become a wrestler. This was during the end of season 2 of MHW. No one knew, not even her personal assistant, Claude Abreo. That means that in that picture that you might of saw of her modeling those $1 million earrings, she might have just gotten back from the gym or something. She told everyone that she was quitting supermodeling to become a professional wrestler when it was announced that MHW was reopening for season 3. Now she is, of course, an active MHW wrestler.
To open this scene, Anastasia Baudelaire is getting her nails done by some of her less important assistants. She is sitting in a large golden brown chair in the living room of her mansion.
After her assistants are done doing her nails, they march away, leaving Anastasia alone with her sacred mirror. Of course, she immediately looks in her mirror, smiling, and stares into it for about a minute before calling her personal assistant, Claude Abreo over.
"First of all, I need you to buy me a new phone. Falcon Supernova iPhones are so old and out of style. Go into the bottom left drawer in the kitchen and take however much money you want. And while we're out buying it, I need to eat dinner. I am so terribly hungry."
Claude nods.
"Yes, ma'am. Where will you eat tonight?"
"Well, actually, I'm in a good mood today. I will allow you to eat as well and also pick where we eat. But don't get too happy, after today you will eat gross cafeteria food for dinner and I will be picking where we eat."
Claude smiles, very happy.
"Thank you, ma'am."
Claude smiles happily again.
"Well, hurry up and tell me where we are eating before I regret this!"
"Oh, yes. May we eat at McDonald's?"
Anastasia rolls her eyes.
"Out of everywhere we could've eaten at, you choose McDonald's? I've never eaten there in my life! Oh well. This is what I get for allowing someone like you to choose where we eat."
Anastasia groans and tells Claude that he needs to hurry up so that she can eat.
The scene immediately goes to the McDonald's parking lot. A limo pulls up. You see customers coming out of the restaurant and looking at the limo, whispering. A man comes out of the back and opens the car door for Anastasia, and you can see Claude Abreo opens his own door and gets out.
"Okay, Claude, just because I'm letting you eat too, doesn't mean that I'm ordering my own food. You are ordering the food for me still. It's too much work telling them the order, and that's what personal assistants are for."
Claude sighs but nods. They walk into the restaurant and sit at a table. Anastasia looks at a french fry on the floor next to her chair and wrinkles her nose. Anastasia then looks at the camera that was following her and begins speaking in her thick French accent.
"Être moi est tellement merveilleux. I bet you all are so jealous of my wealthy lifestyle. All of you uneducated fans, all of you puny wrestlers in the locker room, everyone is so jealous of me. I am a multi-billionaire, and all of you are using food stamps to buy groceries. I am being fed escargot by my servants, while you are all eating corn flakes and spilling milk all over the pajamas you got at the dollar store."
Anastasia laughs wickedly.
"No, I don't mind. You can be jealous of me. I mean, there's no reason for you not to be. Claude, you know someone else who is jealous of me?"
She looks at Claude.
"My opponent next Sunday, Azurine Vebbins. You know, I can't ever understand a thing she's saying. I turn on subtitles, and even the subtitles don't understand. I get things like 'chicken toss garbage rock' or 'bald eagle pink green orange stew.' Ugh, it annoys me sooo much. Claude, do you understand what Azurine Vebbins says?"
Claude shakes his head. He opens his mouth to say something, but Anastasia cuts him off.
"And she calls herself a da adorkable angel. What is a da adorkable angel? Do you know, Claude?"
Claude Abreo nods.
"Yes, actually. 'Da' is another word for 'the,' 'adorkable' is a combin-"
"Yeah, yeah, nobody cares. My point is that she talks like some kind of baby or something. And she acts like one too. Apparently she is 'dance-crazed,' first off, and out of the very few babies I've met in my life most of them dance and shake all day long, which I'll tell you Claude, is very annoying. She is also 'holiday-obsessed.' And only a child cares about holidays. Aw, Azuwine Vebbins is the one who dressed up as the wittle mermaid for Halloween last year?"
She laughs. Claude tries to tell her something and it seems important, but Anastasia couldn't care less.
"Who cares about Halloween? Je ne! Who cares about Fourth of July? Je ne! Who cares about Christmas? I get gifts all year long, so I really couldn't care less. Like I said, holidays are only for children. Et tu es censée être une femme au foyer, pas une enfant."
Anastasia is laughing but Claude looks worried.
"You know, I feel so useless talking about Azurine Vebbins right now. I feel like Robert Mack isn't taking me seriously. Because Azurine Vebbins is just an uneducated little girl who knows nothing. I mean, she's only won one match in the entire season 3 of Mile High Wrestling. And Azurine, she can say she found a loop hole, that I forgot to mention how I've only won one match as well, but let me tell you something, Azurine Vebbins. That one match that I won was against Kate Steele, an actual wrestler. The match that you won was against a loser who has only won a few matches in all three seasons and also a referee! Wow, you must be soo proud of yourself. You must be calling your family, 'Mom, Dad, did you watch me beat the two greatest wrestlers in history last night?!' Et, voyez, c'est exactement ce dont je parle quand je dis que vous n'êtes pas éduqué."
Anastasia looks around.
"When is someone going to take our order?!"
"Anastasia, that's what I've been trying to tell you. All we have to do is go to the counter over there and make our order."
Anastasia looks confused for a moment, then angry.
"HOW COME YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THIS BEFORE?!!?"
"I tried. Can I still eat something, McDonald's is so good."
Anastasia looks at him like he just slapped her. Instead, she slaps him.
"NO! In fact, we are LEAVING! Come on!"
Claude looks down and shakes his head. Anastasia looks at the camera, breathing heavily.
"And, you, Azurine. You see how angry I can get? I am going to not only beat you on Sunday, I'm going to beat you up. I'll see you on Sunday, Azurine. Claude, let's go!"
Anastasia and Claude walk out of the McDonald's door, people staring, and the video slowly fades to black.
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Post by azurinevebbins on Aug 7, 2021 17:55:02 GMT -6
National Happiness Happens Day
“Da Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins religiously rinses an organic zucchini in the kitchen sink. She planned to celebrate Sneak A Zucchini Into Your Neighbor’s Porch Day with Corrie Layton. However, this upcoming weekend’s irrational itinerary would make a cooperative covert caper impossible. Instead, Ms. Vebbins sanitizes the prankish prop for her girlfriend to stash while walking solo from work. Which nosy nuisance neighbors deserve such a dubious distinction? Those kitty-corner kooks with a baffling banner above their front door. The flagrant flag clearly states: “In This House We Ball Out For Baudelaire.” Its faded fabric engenders eyesore enmity. No other abode hangs such a garish gonfalon on this block. Upon suitable sanitization, Azurine wraps the freakish fruit in Saran Wrap. She files her zucchini into a crisper drawer while pulling out ingredients for “petit déjeuner au lit.” With Corrie catching zed’s in their boudoir, our crimson-curled chef’s immediately inspired to prepare breakfast in bed. “Da Vivacious Variable” cracks two eggs against her skillet as she addresses an appetite-affected audience.
Azurine Vebbins: Happy Happiness Happens Day, Mile High Maiden Hoisters! On Sunday, August 8, I finally flamenco wid “Photobombe Parisienne” Anastasia Baudelaire. Since Season 3 started, she’s been a preeminent model of perseverance. She lost to my former championship-winnin’ dance partner Talia Areano, Shieldmaiden Katrina “Hairicin” Knox, MHW AMMO TV Titleist Becca “Bruiser” Maguire twice, and Meizumi Kirigawa at Mile High Spectacular Dree. Deyr’s one silver linin’ you can view wid your haughty head in da clouds, dough. You shattered Kate “Diamond” Steele-Warren on a peak performance episode of AMMO. Why was dat sin’-le shuffle your peak, Anastasia? You weren’t able to maintain modest momentum. Diamond also might’ve gone to Couples Counselin’ wid Teddy da week she was supposed to promote ’bout you. Dat could be a rationale for why a decorated dame like Kate took alternate approaches against us. She shot harder dan da Duck Hunt Dog against me. Meanwhile, she didn’t attempt a shoulder or chop block on your superlative sass.
Chanters could argue Baudelaire’s findin’ her footin’. She’s a bonafide rook while many posit I’ve pawned off my MHW Hall Of Fame Rin’. Returned weddin’ rin’s given by Wives 1 and 2, but I’d never get rid of dat classic conversation piece. It’s still da highest, humblin’ honor of my entire career. Still, “Da Vivacious Variable” returned to Mile High Wrestlin’ intent on mixin’ it up and havin’ rumbas wid every member of da roster. Early on, I acted aimless as a whirlin’ dervish. Couldn’t generate my gratuitous gyratin’ gumption until deyr was a credible cause for it. Helpin’ Samanda Demars mangle Chris Mosh and his zany zebra Gin-juh Knox wasn’t an attack on amateurs. It was a triumphant tango where we proved body positivity matters and communicatin’ choreography makes for robust rhy-dim. Additionally, I taught my teammate to tussle so well...she T-Boned Mosh into a simperin’ steak entree in our exhibition. Hence, I merengue back to Magness Arena knowin’ I’m capable of waltzin’ away wid anoder win. Dis ballet-balanced beauty doesn’t need a Total Makeover or Facelift, mademoiselle. Rad-er, she’s gonna execute some reconstructive surgery on your jaded jawline, Baudelaire. Prepare for mon Pearly Gatekeeper. Whisk yourself into an opulent omelette of overwhelmin’ oddity meetin’ dat cute chap Claude atop ze Eiffel Tower.
Again, may your elevated endorphins be extra elated on Happiness Happens Day. You can sleep under da stars. You could sample frozen custard from a local diner. You should spend a dollar from your second place purse. Maybe curb compound consternation wid CBD if dat’s your din’. Den again, deyr’s always sneakin’ a zucchini into your neighbor’s porch. I only recommend dat last one if you intend on placin’ it discreetly on deyr doormat. Of course, bein’ “Da Hardheaded Housewife,” I’m all smiles, piledrivers, and lookin’ forward to sweepin’ dat entitled empress off her talented tootsies.
“Da Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins finishes preparing breakfast as she confidently congas offscreen.
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