Post by SammieSinclair on Aug 8, 2014 9:32:48 GMT
September Last Year
Mary 'Mouse'
She hadn’t expected the lines to be quite so long. Surrounded on all sides and pressed in front to back, Mary found her teenie, tiny frame hemmed in and almost disappearing entirely within the depths of the all encompassing crowds. The little redhead, standing at a magnificently short five foot nothing and a barely noticeable one hundred pounds wiggled her shoulders and butted her toosh back and forth, encouraging a few fractions of room before the mass of humanity closed back in, the meep of her voice and huff of her breadth unheard by the FAWNatics who, collectively, created enough noise to render any speech meaningless.
The convention hall was vast, and yet clearly it was not vast enough, the sea of humanity who had flocked to the event threatening to topple the walls around them. Mary assured herself that it couldn’t possibly come to that, but being as she couldn’t see past the shoulders of those around her, she could only hope that those worrisome creaks and groans were only her imagination.
She steeled her resolve, the English Lass with the greenest of eyes pouting her bottom lip with the fiercest of determination, clutching her prized possession between her paws for comfort. The DVD box set was of considerable value to her, the people upon it filled her with courage and, given the right circumstances, it could also be wielded as a handy club if need be.
Mary assured herself, despite the creeping claustrophobia, that she was indeed edging closer to the front, every pixie step she was allowed to take drawing her ever nearer to her goal. She could see light; cracks between the limbs of those that surrounded her, the desks that that they all approached revealing sights that proved that she was indeed approaching success. Her heart skipped a beat as she giggled; hopping back to front from heel to toe as she barely contained her growing joy.
There! She could see Kylie Sanders! And there!! None other than Wendy Smith!! And there!!! Cherry Bomb in all her masked glory!!! And there!!!! The most Babyface of Factions!!!! The Upstart Nation!!!! Bunny Cooper!!!! Jamie London!!!! Chloe Fields!!!! and...
With a squeak of surprise Mary all but popped out the front of the crowd as she reached the front of the queue, stumbling in haphazard fasion before catching her balance. She blushed wildly, utterly flustered, struggling for words as her eyes met the baby brown gaze of her objective, the People’s Princess, Samantha Sinclair, grinning from behind her desk as she waited with amused patience.
Samantha Sinclair
“I really hope you joined the right line,” Sammie smirked, the posture of the Lightweight Champion inviting.
“I...I...” Mary panicked as she suddenly forgot the entirety of the English Language, every word that she had learned in her teenaged life deserting her just as she needed them most. In desperation she flushed an incredible shade of crimson and thrust out her DVD Box Set with both hands, hoping that actions spoke louder than words.
Samantha, for her part, stifled a giggle by nibbling her bottom limb, accepting the item that was held out towards her and preparing a pen. She smiled anew upon seeing what it was, the media collecting the very best matches of her Father’s, the Legendary Rick ‘Golden Goliath’ Sinclair along with several of her own, a Father and Daughter compilation that filled her with pride.
“Oh yeah,” Sammie nodded, writing a heartfelt message across the cover, sticking out the tip of her tongue between lips in concentration. “This is super cool, what’s your name sweetheart?”
“M...Mary...” she smirked, feeling irrationally pleased upon remembering that one word. She could barely contain her joy as her new idol scribbled away, desperate to say something vital that would ensure Samantha would remember this meeting.
“I’M GOING TO BE A WRESTLER!!” Mary blurted the words, barely aware that she herself had declared them until several heartbeats later. She cleared her throat as her cheeks blustered an all new shade of red, Samantha looking up at her, startled into silence. Mary felt an incredible need to flee until, thankfully, the spell was broken as the chocolate curled crowd darling sat opposite blinked, the shocked gape of her lips slipping into an enthusiastic smile.
“Really?” Samantha enquired, her eyes lighting up as she handed back the prized possession, “now that is super cool.”
“...Really?” Mary shuffled from foot to foot, not entirely convinced by her own idea, especially considering it had only occurred to her moments before.
“Hells yeah!” Sinclair made a fist, nodding in the affirmative, “we pocket girls kick all of the ass! You must tell me how you do!”
Mary grinned, the teenie, tiny redhead clutching her prized possession back in close her bosom, almost bouncing on the spot before she departed. “I will!” she promised, scampering with all the pep that only Tiny Titans could muster, disappearing back into the masses with a new goal in life.
She was going to be a wrestler? She posed the query to herself and nodded in the affirmative, finding some small corner of the convention hall where she could be alone, her eyes of brightest green looking back to the two figures on the cover of the box set, Rick and Samantha flying the golden/yellow and blue colours of the Sinclairs proudly.
Yes, she decided, she would be a wrestler, just like her Father and just like her elder, Half Sister, one who was currently oblivious to her existence.
Yes, Mary would be a Wrestler, after all...she was a Sinclair...
Mary 'Mouse'
She hadn’t expected the lines to be quite so long. Surrounded on all sides and pressed in front to back, Mary found her teenie, tiny frame hemmed in and almost disappearing entirely within the depths of the all encompassing crowds. The little redhead, standing at a magnificently short five foot nothing and a barely noticeable one hundred pounds wiggled her shoulders and butted her toosh back and forth, encouraging a few fractions of room before the mass of humanity closed back in, the meep of her voice and huff of her breadth unheard by the FAWNatics who, collectively, created enough noise to render any speech meaningless.
The convention hall was vast, and yet clearly it was not vast enough, the sea of humanity who had flocked to the event threatening to topple the walls around them. Mary assured herself that it couldn’t possibly come to that, but being as she couldn’t see past the shoulders of those around her, she could only hope that those worrisome creaks and groans were only her imagination.
She steeled her resolve, the English Lass with the greenest of eyes pouting her bottom lip with the fiercest of determination, clutching her prized possession between her paws for comfort. The DVD box set was of considerable value to her, the people upon it filled her with courage and, given the right circumstances, it could also be wielded as a handy club if need be.
Mary assured herself, despite the creeping claustrophobia, that she was indeed edging closer to the front, every pixie step she was allowed to take drawing her ever nearer to her goal. She could see light; cracks between the limbs of those that surrounded her, the desks that that they all approached revealing sights that proved that she was indeed approaching success. Her heart skipped a beat as she giggled; hopping back to front from heel to toe as she barely contained her growing joy.
There! She could see Kylie Sanders! And there!! None other than Wendy Smith!! And there!!! Cherry Bomb in all her masked glory!!! And there!!!! The most Babyface of Factions!!!! The Upstart Nation!!!! Bunny Cooper!!!! Jamie London!!!! Chloe Fields!!!! and...
With a squeak of surprise Mary all but popped out the front of the crowd as she reached the front of the queue, stumbling in haphazard fasion before catching her balance. She blushed wildly, utterly flustered, struggling for words as her eyes met the baby brown gaze of her objective, the People’s Princess, Samantha Sinclair, grinning from behind her desk as she waited with amused patience.
Samantha Sinclair
“I really hope you joined the right line,” Sammie smirked, the posture of the Lightweight Champion inviting.
“I...I...” Mary panicked as she suddenly forgot the entirety of the English Language, every word that she had learned in her teenaged life deserting her just as she needed them most. In desperation she flushed an incredible shade of crimson and thrust out her DVD Box Set with both hands, hoping that actions spoke louder than words.
Samantha, for her part, stifled a giggle by nibbling her bottom limb, accepting the item that was held out towards her and preparing a pen. She smiled anew upon seeing what it was, the media collecting the very best matches of her Father’s, the Legendary Rick ‘Golden Goliath’ Sinclair along with several of her own, a Father and Daughter compilation that filled her with pride.
“Oh yeah,” Sammie nodded, writing a heartfelt message across the cover, sticking out the tip of her tongue between lips in concentration. “This is super cool, what’s your name sweetheart?”
“M...Mary...” she smirked, feeling irrationally pleased upon remembering that one word. She could barely contain her joy as her new idol scribbled away, desperate to say something vital that would ensure Samantha would remember this meeting.
“I’M GOING TO BE A WRESTLER!!” Mary blurted the words, barely aware that she herself had declared them until several heartbeats later. She cleared her throat as her cheeks blustered an all new shade of red, Samantha looking up at her, startled into silence. Mary felt an incredible need to flee until, thankfully, the spell was broken as the chocolate curled crowd darling sat opposite blinked, the shocked gape of her lips slipping into an enthusiastic smile.
“Really?” Samantha enquired, her eyes lighting up as she handed back the prized possession, “now that is super cool.”
“...Really?” Mary shuffled from foot to foot, not entirely convinced by her own idea, especially considering it had only occurred to her moments before.
“Hells yeah!” Sinclair made a fist, nodding in the affirmative, “we pocket girls kick all of the ass! You must tell me how you do!”
Mary grinned, the teenie, tiny redhead clutching her prized possession back in close her bosom, almost bouncing on the spot before she departed. “I will!” she promised, scampering with all the pep that only Tiny Titans could muster, disappearing back into the masses with a new goal in life.
She was going to be a wrestler? She posed the query to herself and nodded in the affirmative, finding some small corner of the convention hall where she could be alone, her eyes of brightest green looking back to the two figures on the cover of the box set, Rick and Samantha flying the golden/yellow and blue colours of the Sinclairs proudly.
Yes, she decided, she would be a wrestler, just like her Father and just like her elder, Half Sister, one who was currently oblivious to her existence.
Yes, Mary would be a Wrestler, after all...she was a Sinclair...