Post by E EDWARD DOLCE on Mar 24, 2015 0:03:43 GMT
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E knew that he was going to be more than just a fashion designer. Ugh, those poofy lipped goat eyed twigs called themselves worthy of his creations? Oh ha! That was a laugh. If they knew that he was truly capable of. How that he was a young sprite, working so creatively with fabrics and materials that clothed the superheroes. He made the armor of gods and knights. He was someone who was doing the best service possible to mankind. But where was he now? Bouncing from city to city for people to ogle over his mediocre dresses, things he could make in his sleep. No challenges, no true purpose. It was nauseatingly boring and depressing. [break][break]
When Mr. Incredible (He goes by Bob Parr now. How suburban) called him up for an appointment, E had canceled a show in Buenos Ares just to keep the appointment. He was nearly bouncing in his seat as he awaited the arrival of his old friend. He was one of the greats. He and Elastigirl made the perfect pair of supers. Though E was still sour over how he was miffed of hearing the details of the wedding night He had told Elastigirl to call him to chat. How he loved having flairs of drama. The redhead had blushed and stuttered and made excuses. [break][break]
They had not talked in years, only a few times since the lawsuits began emerging. Now they would meet again to do whatever sort of wonderful goodness that Mr. Incredible had up his sleeve. To have a chance to work on that material again or to even rehash the glory days. [break][break]
E had pushed the guard out of the way, moving his face towards the screen as he heard the visitor approach. He remembered the voice, but that was not a familiar face and body to him. “What is it? Who are you? What do you want?” He fired off. And then those glasses moved down to reveal the eyes of a man he had once known many, many years ago.[break][break]
“My God, you’ve gotten fat. Come in, come, come!”[break][break]
***[break][break]
Edward had quite the cozy little dress shop in town, taking delight in making sure that the inhabitants at least looked fabulous as they awaited the probably apocalypse. What more was going to await them in this strange land with the odd occupants? It was far more than what he could stand. [break][break]
“If you move again, I am going to stick this pin through your cupcake ass. Stand still!” He commanded as he went to grab the girl by her hips and moved her to a different direction. The girl huffed and stumbled as she moved around on the platform. Satisfied, E got back on his knees and picked up his needle and thread. He continued the alterations of the dress he was working on. “What do you expect me to do with this flimsy tissue paper that you call cloth?”[break][break]
Before the girl could stammer out an answer, E snapped at her, “That was a rhetorical question. I know it’s not your fault, hobo girl. You can only do so much with this…” He held the material with his fingers and looked at it as though he was holding a dead animal instead. He moved the needle and thread through the material, closing up the gap. “Let me know if you can breathe and I’ll tighten it in more.” He told her. He was beginning to notice that his client was beginning to grow faint as she struggled to keep still and breathe at the same time. [break][break]
“Beauty is pain, darling,” He told her as she gave it one final tug, making the girl gasp out loudly. “There…you’re ready.” [break][break]
E knew that he was going to be more than just a fashion designer. Ugh, those poofy lipped goat eyed twigs called themselves worthy of his creations? Oh ha! That was a laugh. If they knew that he was truly capable of. How that he was a young sprite, working so creatively with fabrics and materials that clothed the superheroes. He made the armor of gods and knights. He was someone who was doing the best service possible to mankind. But where was he now? Bouncing from city to city for people to ogle over his mediocre dresses, things he could make in his sleep. No challenges, no true purpose. It was nauseatingly boring and depressing. [break][break]
When Mr. Incredible (He goes by Bob Parr now. How suburban) called him up for an appointment, E had canceled a show in Buenos Ares just to keep the appointment. He was nearly bouncing in his seat as he awaited the arrival of his old friend. He was one of the greats. He and Elastigirl made the perfect pair of supers. Though E was still sour over how he was miffed of hearing the details of the wedding night He had told Elastigirl to call him to chat. How he loved having flairs of drama. The redhead had blushed and stuttered and made excuses. [break][break]
They had not talked in years, only a few times since the lawsuits began emerging. Now they would meet again to do whatever sort of wonderful goodness that Mr. Incredible had up his sleeve. To have a chance to work on that material again or to even rehash the glory days. [break][break]
E had pushed the guard out of the way, moving his face towards the screen as he heard the visitor approach. He remembered the voice, but that was not a familiar face and body to him. “What is it? Who are you? What do you want?” He fired off. And then those glasses moved down to reveal the eyes of a man he had once known many, many years ago.[break][break]
“My God, you’ve gotten fat. Come in, come, come!”[break][break]
***[break][break]
Edward had quite the cozy little dress shop in town, taking delight in making sure that the inhabitants at least looked fabulous as they awaited the probably apocalypse. What more was going to await them in this strange land with the odd occupants? It was far more than what he could stand. [break][break]
“If you move again, I am going to stick this pin through your cupcake ass. Stand still!” He commanded as he went to grab the girl by her hips and moved her to a different direction. The girl huffed and stumbled as she moved around on the platform. Satisfied, E got back on his knees and picked up his needle and thread. He continued the alterations of the dress he was working on. “What do you expect me to do with this flimsy tissue paper that you call cloth?”[break][break]
Before the girl could stammer out an answer, E snapped at her, “That was a rhetorical question. I know it’s not your fault, hobo girl. You can only do so much with this…” He held the material with his fingers and looked at it as though he was holding a dead animal instead. He moved the needle and thread through the material, closing up the gap. “Let me know if you can breathe and I’ll tighten it in more.” He told her. He was beginning to notice that his client was beginning to grow faint as she struggled to keep still and breathe at the same time. [break][break]
“Beauty is pain, darling,” He told her as she gave it one final tug, making the girl gasp out loudly. “There…you’re ready.” [break][break]
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