Post by Priscilla Kelly on Aug 3, 2020 11:04:34 GMT -5
All alarms are set for 5 'o' clock in the morning in Priscilla Kelly's mansion, each individual staying the night in there ready for an early day on Priscilla's private jet, to make their way on the first peg of the European Tour… Budapest.
So you'd think everyone would be getting a nice night's rest in preparation.
Sadly, no one can.
All across the mansion, through the long corridors stretching into everyone's rooms, are the sounds of blissful moaning. A woman's moans of ecstacy. They seem to get louder and louder, never-ending, penetrating through the wall of cushions that many of Priscilla's goons use to try and block their ears so they can sleep.
Maeve Shiliko looks especially irritated, her hands pressed to her ears with her whole duvet squashed up against her head, trying with all of her might to block out the sound. After the attempt is helpless, Maeve sits up in bed, and gives a whimper.
Maeve
Guess I'm sleeping on the plane.
Another person within the mansion not sleeping, but seemingly not even trying, is little Lucas Carlos, who moves down the corridors to get ever closer to the sound of the ecstatic moaning. The sound of his feet creaking along the wooden floor are barely an issue, they'd be near impossible to hear anyway over the constant noise emanating from the room ahead.
Lucas is at the doorway to Priscilla's room, seeing it opened ever so slightly. With a little gulp, he slowly pushes it open a creek more, until he can see through the gap in the doorway.
There, on the bed, is a rather attractive young woman, covered head to toe in tattoos, her hair a neon green. And by her crotch, equally naked, lays Priscilla… and suddenly, upon seeing what Priscilla is doing to the woman, realises maybe why she's making the noises she is making.
Lucas
Woah.
Lucas' breath stifles in his throat. What he sees feels wrong… but at the same time, he cannot bring himself to look away. He feels those same butterflies in his stomach once more.
-
Upon 5 'o' clock, many alarms went off at once in the mansion, leading to everyone getting ready and lined up in Priscilla's front garden. Lucas stands there himself, at the end of the line, his eyes fixed on Priscilla and the green haired lady, who Priscilla kisses on the forehead and sends on her way, the butterflies still fluttering here and there in that stomach. As the green lady smiles and waves at Priscilla's lined up employees, only Lucas smiles and waves back. The rest of the employees shoot daggers at her through sleep deprived eyes, some even grunting in her direction.
Lucas looks from the green haired lady, making her way over to a car arranged for her by Priscilla, up to a rather large jet before him, parked on the courtyard. He couldn't believe just how huge it was. He looks up to was next to him, a very down-beaten looking Maeve, and smiled up at her. She gives a small smile back, before her head lolls back onto the neck pillow around her neck.
Priscilla moves over to the line of employees, Cranston next to her.
Priscilla Kelly
Alright, Cranston, who we got?
Cranston
We should have… Billy Buttertoes! Alaric! Cranston! That's me! Gabe! Raz! Beefton! Prince Albert! Little Lucas! Maeve! And Gyles… though we can't forget him, he's flying the fucking thing.
In his butler uniform, Gyles smiles, though now on top of his head rests a pilot's hat. The names read off by Cranston all stand in the line, nodding along, some looking more excited for the trip than others. Alaric and Bill smile at one another, clearly excited. Albert looks distant. Beefton leans forwards and tries to get Maeve's attention, but seeing him in her peripheral vision, she purposely leans back to avoid looking at him.
Cranston
Wait… no S2?
Maeve looks up then, suddenly hopeful, as do a few others in the line.
Priscilla Kelly
He's catching a later flight by himself. Asked me if he could just have the house to himself for a few extra days, wants to use it to audition people to be his new tag team partner, I think?
Those same lit up faces drop, S2 is coming after all. At the very least, he's not catching this immediate flight over.
Priscilla Kelly
Alright, that's everyone here then. All aboard.
A bit of excitement hits the rather down-trodden crew. They move towards a velvet staircase, moving up into the private jet, Prince Albert pushing ahead of the rest of the pack with little to no resistance. Cranston, Gabe, and Raz are up the stairs next, with Alaric and Bill moving up them together, Bill chatting to Alaric the whole time.
Bill
This is gonna be fun, Al! Me and you, taking Europe by storm! And guess what… I'm feeling hungry for some Hungary!
There's a pause.
Bill
Get it. Cos, Budapest is in Hungary.
Alaric
I did get that, yes.
Bill
Good I'm glad cos I thought that was a smart one, I'm proud.
Alaric
It was very smart.
The two clamber onto the plane, Maeve looks like she's about to move up next, until suddenly she feels a hand on her arm. She turns, to come face to face with Beefton.
Maeve
Beefton… what do you want?
Beefton
Maeve… I'm- I just wanna say I'm so sorry! I have no idea what-
Maeve
I don't forgive you. We were having such a good time and you had to go and ruin it!
Beefton
I know, but that wasn't me! I don't understand what-
Maeve
Well who was it Beefton!? You actually made me think I could trust you there for a second, but nope! You're just like S2!
Beefton
I'm not!
Maeve
Clearly you are. Stay out of my way on this whole trip Beefton, I don't want to put up with your shit.
Maeve turns and storms off up the stairs onto the plane, leaving Beefton looking saddened in her wake. He sighs, looking at his feet.
Beefton
I ain't eating a fucking chicken burger again in my life.
And with that, he slowly follows Maeve up the stairs. Lucas follows not so far behind, looking up the velvet staircase ahead of him. He feels a soft hand on his back, and turns to see behind him, the face of Priscilla Kelly.
Priscilla Kelly
Ready for Europe kiddo?
Lucas
Yeah! Thanks for bringing me Auntie Priscilla!
Priscilla Kelly
I wouldn't leave you here by yourself! I'd miss you! Anyway, get seated, pick one of the comfortable chairs at the back.
Lucas nods, before running up the stairs onto the flight, Priscilla slowly moving up behind him. She turns once she's at the doorway of the plane, taking a look back at her mansion, and at her statue of herself, this golden version of Priscilla holding her championship belt up high. Priscilla looks down at the AWF World's Championship belt in her hand, and kisses it, before speaking.
Priscilla Kelly
Don't worry baby, I'll make sure you see this mansion again. You ain't going anywhere, anytime soon.
And with one last smirk, Priscilla moves onto the plane, the door closing behind her.
Next stop, Budapest.
