Post by Influence 2: Electric Boogaloo on Mar 22, 2023 11:07:33 GMT -5
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This is probably just a dream, flashback or reality bending itself into an infinite loop. Time is, afterall, a flat circle.
But regardless of the circumstances, here we are back in time at the dawn of the 2010s at what could be described as your typical American elementary school. The number of “Call Me Maybe” t-shirts being worn by every other girl gives away time and space in the infinite loop. Well, maybe more like your typical Californian middle school since the students who push past the camera seem to have darker tans, sunglasses and that sort of Cali-suave style that only comes from money and too much beach air. It’s like Saved by the Bell, just with better phones.
The camera begins to push itself through the mobs of students in the hallways, past the billboards that promote the school play, upcoming picture day, and of course quotes from Big Bang Theory -- Bazinga! Finally the camera comes to a side hallway that has cleared mostly out where a small girl sits on the bench sketching in her book, she sticks out from the others not having a fake tan but naturally darker skin and other features. She wears a NOFX t-shirt, which will probably get her in trouble later on today when a teacher notices what’s on it. Her peaceful moment here is stopped by a pack of typical blonde haired teenage girls.
They’re like wolves, but meaner and scarier.
GIRL: Oh look, it’s Cordelia. Waiting for public transportation to take you back to the Lorenzo apartments? God, that’s such a trashy place. They let all the immigrants live there, thankfully my dad is trying to get them all deported.
Young Delia looks up as the other two girls begin to laugh at the joke of the obvious alpha. Without hesitation she responds.
DELIA JR: Oh look, it’s Brynlee, Brittany and Beverly. Did you three just finish barfing up lunch in the bathroom?
Beverly nods yes, you can tell right away she’s the follower of this pack. The other two cross their arms and have a scowl look on their make-up crusted faces.
GIRL #2: : Brynlee, I heard that Cordelia shops at Target. She’s worn those jeans so much that those holes in her knees aren’t even by design.
Delia looks down at her jeans and the holes in them and nods to that.
DELIA JR: And the holes in your jeans are from finishing off the entire basketball team. At least that’s the rumor that’s going around, but it makes sense on how your mom landed you that modeling job.
There’s a look of ‘how dare you’ on the face of the third girl who is probably Brittany, but we’ll go with Girl 2 to keep it easy.
GIRL #2: : I’m telling, Mr. Davenpo--
But the alpha girl stops her dead in her tracks.
GIRL: No, not yet. There’s three of us here, and Cordelia’s alone today. Beverly, your parents still take you to Taekwondo classes, right?
Beverly nods again, it’s her only function in life. Sad.
GIRL: I think it’s time to use that white belt of yours and we teach this piece of garbage not to spread rumors. Just a shame that your B-F-F isn’t here right now or we’d teach her a lesson too.
GIRL #2: : And by B-F-F, we mean your big fat friend.
The two lead girls give each other a fist bump while the third one moves around to the side in a flanking maneuver. This causes Delia to slide off of the bench to her feet, unfortunately the rumors about how short she was are true and gives up at least five inches to the Taekwondo expert. She’s about to put up her guard when she relaxes and cracks a smile.
DELIA JR: I’ll take care of this one. Claudia, you can deal with the other two.
The other two turn around to see that Delia’s ride or die is there, Claudia. Now she is a little chubbier than the others, but she’s got a mean look on her face and looks ready to fight. Before the shit goes down, we fade to words? Yes, words.
...that was the day I earned my white belt in Taekwondo. I think I got suspended for a week because of that, it was worth it. Claudia hit Beverly so hard in the mouth that she knocked one of her front teeth in half! I’m sure the basketball team wasn’t too thrilled about snaggletooth. Now, don’t get me wrong, that was one of the better days. Sometimes there were more, sometimes they got the better of me, either way Claudia was always there by my side.
I swear California has blonde girl cloning vats.
I’m still doing the writing thing, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe how well it works just to write down what you’re feeling. You can just write anything down and it makes things feel better. I filled three pages of this journal with the word SHITPOUCH yesterday and I slept like a baby in the back of the RV. Speaking of which, we’re like two days out from West Virginia or something. All I know is that if I hear Wrigley sing loudly to Carly Simon again I might strangle him.
Time to run. Way too much Taco Bell, I wish we had better sponsors.
Delia drops the pen and hustles off to the bathroom.
We return a couple of hours later. The RV has made a stop in one of the rest places off the side of the highway in some remote town in the middle of nowhere, at least for the Influence girls this is the middle of nowhere. Claudia can be seen stretching in the background and doing whatever she can to try another couple of pounds before her match. She is still favoring the neck at certain parts of the various stretches.
Delia is continuing on her sketch that is on the outside of her book. Originally, it was only her holding the Craze championship belt, but she has since added Claudia flexing in the background holding up her tag team title. Delia is now rocking two belts in the picture.
She looks up into the camera as Claudia does a leaping kick in the background and then holds her neck in pain.
BLACK: Is it Wednesday? I don’t even know at this point, we’ve been on the road for so long that it could be any day. All I know is that when this RV pulls into Speedy’s Fun Spot, hopefully before Sunday, I’m going to be ready for the biggest night of my professional wrestling career. Bigger than the night we crashed a Hall of Famer’s induction ceremony and won the ACE tag team titles later on. I mean that was great fun, but this is gonna be my chance to win not just one title but two titles in a single night.
And to top it all off? We get to ruin the nights of not just one, but TWO Hall of Famers. But, I get to destroy another blonde Barbie doll like Brynlee, Brittany and Beverly. This time, it’s a Brooke to add to my list, and it’s all part of the California-cloning-vat theory I’m working on. Sure, sure you claim to be from Texas but we all know the truth you’ve been California dreaming since the day you were made.
Delia pauses, as in the background Claudia gets back to working on her high knees as Wrigley sits down on a bench sipping down even more caffeine. He’s up to nuclear levels now.
BLACK: Deny it all you want, you’re a damn clone. I’ve been dealing with clones like you my entire life. Posting your thirst trap pictures in Yoga poses from exotic locations around the world, what makes you any different? Nothing. Oh, you claim to be driven by your love of the fans, but let’s be honest… After you slather on your fake face, you look down from your ivory tower upon anyone that would be considered different from you in the real world.
Fake.
Fake.
Fake.
That’s all you are, and that’s all you’ll ever be. Take it from me, you’re as phony as your eyelashes. I’ve been selling cheap make-up on the internet for years now, I can spot a knock-off counterfeit from a mile away. As you said, I might have a combined three IQ between me and Claudia, but you’re that easy to see right through. Now do the splits or some shit, because that’s all the fans require from you.
Delia is distracted by Claudia yelling in pain after doing some random running kick in the background. She turns back to the camera quickly.
BLACK: Bottom line here, you’re gonna get hurt, Brooke. This might be for the Craze championship for you, but it’s so much more to me. From this Lebanese girl who was bullied by blonde clones like you, things haunting my dreams all the way to having conflicting thoughts about not working with my ride or die…
…it’s honestly a lot of shit I’m dealing with. I’ve got a lot of issues to work through and you’re the perfect candidate for me to unleash. You might be motivated by fear, but I’ve got fear and so much more to motivate me. I’m going to scream, I’m going to rage, I’m going to cry. I’m going to run the whole gauntlet of emotions until you’re twitching on the ground.
Maybe we’ll even hug it out when it’s all over.
That is, if you can move your arms or whatever.
Wrigley is walking Claudia over to the bench that he was sitting on in the background, and it is at that time when Delia turns from the camera and hustles over to her ride and die to make sure she’s okay. We change channels.
It’s this a newscast?
The screen pops on to the local news, which we have already joined in progress. To the left is Ted Ginnley and to the right is Beverly Stone, don’t ask how you know this, just go with it. Ted, who is probably only a few years away from retirement, is mid sentence when the sound goes on.
TED: ...in hopes that they could be used to staff the hundreds of Waffle Houses across Missouri. Wow, that’s wild Beverly. Do you think they could train clones to do our jobs?
The two chuckle at the thought, but it’s a fake chuckle because deep down inside they know that yes they could easily be replaced. The screen shifts from the both of their nervous faces to that of just Marsha who quickly changes the subject. The graphic in the upper right hand corner pops with a picture of a library.
BEV: In a strange story today at the local library in the town of Sullivan, a man was confronted by a group of elementary students after he was caught trying to shove a book onto the shelves between a couple of copies of ‘Where’s Waldo’.
From off camera, Ted chimes in.
TED: Oh, I love that book.
Marsha nods in agreement as she turns towards Ted. The graphic in the upper right hand corner changes from a shot of the library to that of a police sketch of Wrigley. There’s no mistaking that.
BEV: When asked by the children what he was doing, he responded with a few curse words about finding Waldo and then promptly ran out of the library. Local authorities described him as an older African-American man who was wearing glasses and looking like he hadn’t changed clothes in a couple of days. He isn’t considered to be dangerous, but if you have any information about this rather confusing incident please contact the Franklin county sheriff’s office.
And that’s about as much of the local news that you’re really wanting to watch for the day. With that the television switches off.
This is probably just a dream, flashback or reality bending itself into an infinite loop. Time is, afterall, a flat circle.
But regardless of the circumstances, here we are back in time at the dawn of the 2010s at what could be described as your typical American elementary school. The number of “Call Me Maybe” t-shirts being worn by every other girl gives away time and space in the infinite loop. Well, maybe more like your typical Californian middle school since the students who push past the camera seem to have darker tans, sunglasses and that sort of Cali-suave style that only comes from money and too much beach air. It’s like Saved by the Bell, just with better phones.
The camera begins to push itself through the mobs of students in the hallways, past the billboards that promote the school play, upcoming picture day, and of course quotes from Big Bang Theory -- Bazinga! Finally the camera comes to a side hallway that has cleared mostly out where a small girl sits on the bench sketching in her book, she sticks out from the others not having a fake tan but naturally darker skin and other features. She wears a NOFX t-shirt, which will probably get her in trouble later on today when a teacher notices what’s on it. Her peaceful moment here is stopped by a pack of typical blonde haired teenage girls.
They’re like wolves, but meaner and scarier.
GIRL: Oh look, it’s Cordelia. Waiting for public transportation to take you back to the Lorenzo apartments? God, that’s such a trashy place. They let all the immigrants live there, thankfully my dad is trying to get them all deported.
Young Delia looks up as the other two girls begin to laugh at the joke of the obvious alpha. Without hesitation she responds.
DELIA JR: Oh look, it’s Brynlee, Brittany and Beverly. Did you three just finish barfing up lunch in the bathroom?
Beverly nods yes, you can tell right away she’s the follower of this pack. The other two cross their arms and have a scowl look on their make-up crusted faces.
GIRL #2: : Brynlee, I heard that Cordelia shops at Target. She’s worn those jeans so much that those holes in her knees aren’t even by design.
Delia looks down at her jeans and the holes in them and nods to that.
DELIA JR: And the holes in your jeans are from finishing off the entire basketball team. At least that’s the rumor that’s going around, but it makes sense on how your mom landed you that modeling job.
There’s a look of ‘how dare you’ on the face of the third girl who is probably Brittany, but we’ll go with Girl 2 to keep it easy.
GIRL #2: : I’m telling, Mr. Davenpo--
But the alpha girl stops her dead in her tracks.
GIRL: No, not yet. There’s three of us here, and Cordelia’s alone today. Beverly, your parents still take you to Taekwondo classes, right?
Beverly nods again, it’s her only function in life. Sad.
GIRL: I think it’s time to use that white belt of yours and we teach this piece of garbage not to spread rumors. Just a shame that your B-F-F isn’t here right now or we’d teach her a lesson too.
GIRL #2: : And by B-F-F, we mean your big fat friend.
The two lead girls give each other a fist bump while the third one moves around to the side in a flanking maneuver. This causes Delia to slide off of the bench to her feet, unfortunately the rumors about how short she was are true and gives up at least five inches to the Taekwondo expert. She’s about to put up her guard when she relaxes and cracks a smile.
DELIA JR: I’ll take care of this one. Claudia, you can deal with the other two.
The other two turn around to see that Delia’s ride or die is there, Claudia. Now she is a little chubbier than the others, but she’s got a mean look on her face and looks ready to fight. Before the shit goes down, we fade to words? Yes, words.
...that was the day I earned my white belt in Taekwondo. I think I got suspended for a week because of that, it was worth it. Claudia hit Beverly so hard in the mouth that she knocked one of her front teeth in half! I’m sure the basketball team wasn’t too thrilled about snaggletooth. Now, don’t get me wrong, that was one of the better days. Sometimes there were more, sometimes they got the better of me, either way Claudia was always there by my side.
I swear California has blonde girl cloning vats.
I’m still doing the writing thing, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe how well it works just to write down what you’re feeling. You can just write anything down and it makes things feel better. I filled three pages of this journal with the word SHITPOUCH yesterday and I slept like a baby in the back of the RV. Speaking of which, we’re like two days out from West Virginia or something. All I know is that if I hear Wrigley sing loudly to Carly Simon again I might strangle him.
Time to run. Way too much Taco Bell, I wish we had better sponsors.
Delia drops the pen and hustles off to the bathroom.
We return a couple of hours later. The RV has made a stop in one of the rest places off the side of the highway in some remote town in the middle of nowhere, at least for the Influence girls this is the middle of nowhere. Claudia can be seen stretching in the background and doing whatever she can to try another couple of pounds before her match. She is still favoring the neck at certain parts of the various stretches.
Delia is continuing on her sketch that is on the outside of her book. Originally, it was only her holding the Craze championship belt, but she has since added Claudia flexing in the background holding up her tag team title. Delia is now rocking two belts in the picture.
She looks up into the camera as Claudia does a leaping kick in the background and then holds her neck in pain.
BLACK: Is it Wednesday? I don’t even know at this point, we’ve been on the road for so long that it could be any day. All I know is that when this RV pulls into Speedy’s Fun Spot, hopefully before Sunday, I’m going to be ready for the biggest night of my professional wrestling career. Bigger than the night we crashed a Hall of Famer’s induction ceremony and won the ACE tag team titles later on. I mean that was great fun, but this is gonna be my chance to win not just one title but two titles in a single night.
And to top it all off? We get to ruin the nights of not just one, but TWO Hall of Famers. But, I get to destroy another blonde Barbie doll like Brynlee, Brittany and Beverly. This time, it’s a Brooke to add to my list, and it’s all part of the California-cloning-vat theory I’m working on. Sure, sure you claim to be from Texas but we all know the truth you’ve been California dreaming since the day you were made.
Delia pauses, as in the background Claudia gets back to working on her high knees as Wrigley sits down on a bench sipping down even more caffeine. He’s up to nuclear levels now.
BLACK: Deny it all you want, you’re a damn clone. I’ve been dealing with clones like you my entire life. Posting your thirst trap pictures in Yoga poses from exotic locations around the world, what makes you any different? Nothing. Oh, you claim to be driven by your love of the fans, but let’s be honest… After you slather on your fake face, you look down from your ivory tower upon anyone that would be considered different from you in the real world.
Fake.
Fake.
Fake.
That’s all you are, and that’s all you’ll ever be. Take it from me, you’re as phony as your eyelashes. I’ve been selling cheap make-up on the internet for years now, I can spot a knock-off counterfeit from a mile away. As you said, I might have a combined three IQ between me and Claudia, but you’re that easy to see right through. Now do the splits or some shit, because that’s all the fans require from you.
Delia is distracted by Claudia yelling in pain after doing some random running kick in the background. She turns back to the camera quickly.
BLACK: Bottom line here, you’re gonna get hurt, Brooke. This might be for the Craze championship for you, but it’s so much more to me. From this Lebanese girl who was bullied by blonde clones like you, things haunting my dreams all the way to having conflicting thoughts about not working with my ride or die…
…it’s honestly a lot of shit I’m dealing with. I’ve got a lot of issues to work through and you’re the perfect candidate for me to unleash. You might be motivated by fear, but I’ve got fear and so much more to motivate me. I’m going to scream, I’m going to rage, I’m going to cry. I’m going to run the whole gauntlet of emotions until you’re twitching on the ground.
Maybe we’ll even hug it out when it’s all over.
That is, if you can move your arms or whatever.
Wrigley is walking Claudia over to the bench that he was sitting on in the background, and it is at that time when Delia turns from the camera and hustles over to her ride and die to make sure she’s okay. We change channels.
It’s this a newscast?
The screen pops on to the local news, which we have already joined in progress. To the left is Ted Ginnley and to the right is Beverly Stone, don’t ask how you know this, just go with it. Ted, who is probably only a few years away from retirement, is mid sentence when the sound goes on.
TED: ...in hopes that they could be used to staff the hundreds of Waffle Houses across Missouri. Wow, that’s wild Beverly. Do you think they could train clones to do our jobs?
The two chuckle at the thought, but it’s a fake chuckle because deep down inside they know that yes they could easily be replaced. The screen shifts from the both of their nervous faces to that of just Marsha who quickly changes the subject. The graphic in the upper right hand corner pops with a picture of a library.
BEV: In a strange story today at the local library in the town of Sullivan, a man was confronted by a group of elementary students after he was caught trying to shove a book onto the shelves between a couple of copies of ‘Where’s Waldo’.
From off camera, Ted chimes in.
TED: Oh, I love that book.
Marsha nods in agreement as she turns towards Ted. The graphic in the upper right hand corner changes from a shot of the library to that of a police sketch of Wrigley. There’s no mistaking that.
BEV: When asked by the children what he was doing, he responded with a few curse words about finding Waldo and then promptly ran out of the library. Local authorities described him as an older African-American man who was wearing glasses and looking like he hadn’t changed clothes in a couple of days. He isn’t considered to be dangerous, but if you have any information about this rather confusing incident please contact the Franklin county sheriff’s office.
And that’s about as much of the local news that you’re really wanting to watch for the day. With that the television switches off.