Post by Rebecca Saint on Jun 9, 2016 6:23:22 GMT -6
Rebecca and Mimi are on the plane heading to Philadelphia, riding in First Class, of course. Mimi’s eyes scan her surroundings, absolutely mesmerised by what she sees - she’s never experienced anything like this in her life!
Mimi Mai Saint: “Wow! So if I press this button, they’ll bring me literally anything I ask for?!”
Mimi’s upbeat and innocent attitude isn’t something that’s welcomed in First Class, and proves to be quite irritating to many of the passengers...including Rebecca herself.
Rebecca Saint: “Yes Mimi, but there is only so much they can fit on a plane…”
Mimi Mai Saint: “What if I want a double chocolate sundae? Ooh, ooh! Or a double triple chocolate sundae with extra sprinkles?!”
Rebecca Saint: “Mimi, we are not here to enjoy ourselves. We are heading to Philadelphia on important business. So please, just stop.”
Discouraged, Mimi sits idly in her seat.
Mimi Mai Saint: “Sorry, Mother…”
She sits silently, watching as Rebecca tries her best to get some well-needed shut eye. Her curiosity peaks, and at the risk of making Rebecca angry, she decides to strike up a conversation.
Mimi Mai Saint: “What was Kelsey Spencer actually like? Was she really that hopeless as your protege?”
Rebecca Saint: “At first, things actually were okay… She took my advice, and she listened to what I told her to do. It’s obvious that I’m going to be a star in this company one day and I was going to take her to the top with me. I was going to make her into a star, because I knew she would never be able to be one on her own. But then she stopped listening to me and started talking to simpletons, like that Zahara woman. She decided she was smarter and better than me.”
Mimi Mai Saint: “That’s why we have to go to smelly old Philadelphia?”
Rebecca Saint: “Yes. We need to go there so she knows we mean business. This will be a very important lesson for you, Mimi.”
Mimi Mai Saint: “I’ll be sure to take notes.”
A few minutes pass, and Mimi’s back to asking questions.
Mimi Mai Saint: “Where do you think she ran off to?”
Rebecca Saint: “I really don't know and I don't care. She probably fled the country because she knew that staying here would be the worst thing she could possibly do. As long as she stays out of the way and never returns, I will be happy.”
Mimi falls silent again, but pipes up once more. Her constant butting in is clearly frustrating Rebecca, who is trying to remain focused on the task ahead of her.
Mimi Mai Saint: “So, all I’ve gotta do when we get there is hold the camcorder and film you?”
Rebecca Saint: “Yes… That's all you need to do. Now please, I'm trying to focus.”
“Here Lies Ichabod Spencer.
Loving Grandfather..
Mentor to all.”
That’s what the grave reads.
Rebecca Saint: “Yes, he was a grandfather... But no-one is a better mentor than myself. Did you really teach Kelsey anything? No, you didn't. I did, though… For a short time. Then, your lovely little girl betrayed her only friend.”
She moves around the grave.
Rebecca Saint: “Is that how you brought her up? To betray her friends?”
She pauses, almost as if waiting for an answer.
Rebecca Saint: “Look at me, thinking he's gonna answer me… Why, I wouldn't want to answer, either… I would be too ashamed.”
She looks around at the other graves, sighing peacefully.
Rebecca Saint: “I'm almost ashamed to know her myself, but you… You're blood related! You would be rolling over in your grave if you knew the things your precious Kelsey has done.”
She begins to laugh.
Rebecca Saint: “Ha! Rolling in your grave! I can be hilarious sometimes.”
She stops laughing and re-adjusts herself.
Rebecca Saint: “Did you know that your granddaughter has fled? That’s right, she ran away from her problems! ie; Me. Well, I wouldn't really call myself a problem… I truly try to help and solve the problems of those who are misguided.”
She pulls out her phone, bringing up what looks to be a photo of Saint City on it.
Rebecca Saint: “You see this? I built this place for young children in need, kids who needed guidance. All you did was take one young Kelsey and try and do something with her.”
She puts her phone away and smirks, clapping her hands together.
Rebecca Saint: “I guess it's true what they say… Failure runs in the family. You failed to raise her right, and she failed to live up to your expectations...or anyone else’s, for that matter. She is a worthless waste of space, that granddaughter of yours. Did you ever imagine she would be when you sung her lullabies to put her to sleep?”
Rebecca leans on the gravestone obnoxiously.
Rebecca Saint: “You weren't really a good role model, because even I couldn't fix her. You must have really had your hands full.”
Rebecca places one finger on her chin and looks up at the sky, deep in thought.
Rebecca Saint: “Wow, now I totally understand everything! Her father just upped and left because she was already so broken from that so called “mother” of hers that he didn't think there was a point of even trying to help. Don't blame him, really…”
She looks back to the grave and strokes it lovingly, like one would pet a newborn kitten.
Rebecca Saint: “But to leave you to pick up the slack… That's not fair on you! You were already an old man, how could you possibly be able to fix that trainwreck?”
She leans down, kneeling right in front of the grave.
Rebecca Saint: “I bet the only reason you are 6 feet under is because late in your prime, you had to take on this demon of a child. She’s the reason you lie in the dirt next to these other old farts who, by the looks of it, died years after you did.”
Rebecca begins to stroke the grave again.
Rebecca Saint: “You poor, sad, old fool. You should have known through your old age and wisdom that Kelsey wouldn't have been worth the trouble. You were no better than her, refusing to learn lessons from your mistakes.”
She stops stroking and stands to her feet. She just stares angrily at the gravestone.
Rebecca Saint: “You are just like her. She thinks she knows everything, and that she knows what’s best for her. She doesn't understand that you need to be taught things and listen to those who want to help. I bet you never listened to anything your parents said, or even what she wanted… I listened. I tried to guide her, but she was too stubborn to take my advice...and look where she is now. Oh, wait… You can’t! She isn't even here!”
Rebecca viciously stomps on the grave.
Rebecca Saint: “Nowhere! She is nowhere in sight, and you know why!?.”
She stomps again. And again. She stops to lean in close, like she’s telling a secret.
Rebecca Saint: “It’s all because of me… I’m the only one who has ever taught her a valuable lesson… Don't bite the hand that feeds you…”
She reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls out the photo of Kelsey and her Grandfather Ichabod that she and Mimi retrieved from Kelsey’s mother’s house.
Rebecca Saint: “Fate of the Gods II is being held in Saint Paul, Minnesota. SAINT Paul. There’s something poetic about that, if you ask me. If Kelsey knows what’s good for her, she won’t show her face at Fate of the Gods II. I have a right mind to snap that arm clean off. If she ever decides to come back, well…”
She tears up the photo into tiny little pieces, and showers them over the desecrated grave. She walks away as a gentle wind scatters the pieces across the ground.
