Cheryl Blossom (cheryl_blossom_) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2018-06-01 10:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | cheryl blossom (cheryl_blossom_), cosmo (cosmo_cccp) |
Cheryl Blossom is a Mean Girl
Who: Cheryl and Cosmo
Where: Freedomtown's Park
When: Tuesday Evening
What: Cheryl's Arrival
Rating: Low
It could said that Cheryl Blossom's life wasn't without drama. In the last few years alone her father had killed her brother (revealing a nasty family drug trade in the process), she'd tried to kill herself, she'd burned down her family home, her mother had sent her to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy for conversion therapy and now she was - well, she wasn't sure where she was, to be honest. The last thing that she remembered was Jughead giving her a custom red jacket, initiating her into the Southside Serpents, but that was only a few minutes ago, so where was she?
She looked around her surroundings. She knew all the parks and gardens in Riverdale. This wasn't Riverdale. "Jughead Jones! If this is some kind of hazing ritual it isn't funny!" She was still dressed in her Southside clothes and mentally didn't think that time had passed, but a quick look of her surroundings told her otherwise. It was dark and cold and really, Jughead wasn't stupid enough to pull this kind of shit on her. "Jughead?" She shouted again.
"Hello! Please do not be doink the shouting. You don't want to be disturbink people, da?" Cosmo replied, padding over to her in his adorable little cosmonaut suit, tongue lolling and tail wagging. He tilted his head a little, trying to get a read on who she might be. "Dahlink, if you are supposed to be at Madame Zalaria's, it is beink that way." He continued, nodding in the direction of Monstropolis.
"Madame Zalaria?" Cheryl repeated. "Well, I guess mother's finally taken to her true calling." She set her hands on her hips and it was then that she realized... "Little dog, did you just speak to me or am I suffering from some kind of head trauma?" She instantly began patting her head to see if that was the case.
"Of course I am talkink to you. Cosmo talks to everyone, dahlink." He replied, blinking like it was the dumbest question he'd ever heard. "Is there somethink I can be doink for you?"
Cheryl's eyes widened comically. "It's official. I've gone and lost my mind." She didn't go around talking to dogs back home. She talked to herself a lot, sure, but that was a different kind of crazy. "Where am I? How did I get here? And forgive me for asking," the tone of her voice suggested she wasn't asking for forgiveness at all, "but who the hell are you?" She smiled at him prettily, but there was something venemous behind her smile.
"Please be calmink down, child." Cosmo replied, clearly beginning to lose his patience a little with this girl. "As I told you, I am Cosmo. Head of Security here in Freedomtown. You are beink on the planet Galador. More than likely in a reality far removed from the one you have been livink in."
"A dog? Who decided that a dog should be head of security? What are you going to do, bark the bad people away?" She grumbled and looked around. "Being head of something means that you have to report to someone," she realized. "Go fetch your supervisor, Fido. Or a manager. Because there is no way that I'm taking you seriously."
If this were an anime, right this moment you would see a little squiggle of aggravation appear over Cosmo's head. Sure, he could easily use his mind to fling her around and show her to take him seriously... but why bother?
"Cosmo has no 'manager'. child. Are you wantink Cosmo's help or not?"
Cheryl sighed and pouted, as if the very thought of needing help was abhorrent to her. "Fine. But I'm still not taking you seriously." She crossed her arms over her ample bosom as if to punctuate her point. Whatever it was.
"How old are you beink, child?" He asked, the little exasperated whimper that slipped from him betraying how annoyed she was making him.
Cheryl was good at frustrating people (and dogs apparently!) like that. She oddly took it as a personal victory whenever she got a reaction out of someone. She thought his question was odd, but didn't see the harm in answering honestly: "Seventeen."
"Then please be followink me. You will need to be assigned a guardian until youare turnink 18." Cosmo grumbled, looking up at her. "You can follow me, or I can be dragging you. The choice is beink yours, da?" He finished, with a look that clearly said "I WISH A MOTHERFUCKER WOULD".
"Geez. You don't have to be so dramatic," Cheryl replied. "I'll follow." She tried to hide her smirk. Cheryl Blossom was a Mean Girl.