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Jan 22, 2022 11:27:08 GMT -5
Post by Yzma on Jan 22, 2022 11:27:08 GMT -5
Dressed in a hooded jacket and sunglasses, Yzma peered around one of the light poles in the area and pulled said sunglasses down a bit to get a better view of the surrounding area.
It was packed with peasants, but that was nothing new, and in fact it helped her slightly. The main point was that the walkway and area up into the castle itself was clear.
Cinderella's main castle not actually being in Disneyland Paris, where that disastrous party had been, helped her as well. They might not have heard by now...
Yzma made a dart inside, only removing her glasses and jacket with a flourish and showing herself properly dressed for her mission, yet in her more accustomed black dress, once she was within the befitting entryway. Now where was that door?
As she searched for it, Yzma scanned the murals along the wall, grimacing at the medieval art but quickly forgetting what real Cinderella had looked like and readily putting this stylized version in place of the real thing in her recollections.
"See, I'm far more beautiful, look at that ugly bone structure, ugh", she said to herself, "More beautiful and so deserving of this!", she repeated. Gripping what looked like the door up to the suit she wanted (maybe) Yzma gave a yank and placed one heeled foot on the wall to steady herself as she pulled with all her might. It wasn't budging!
"Stupid door", Yzma growled from between her teeth, "Don't you know destiny when you see it. Open up!".
"Calm down Ma'am, why don't you go get one of our nice ice-cream sandwiches, I'll tell Nigel to make a llama one just for you". The Cast Members were still cordial even as they firmly escorted her back to the main area of Main Street.
Yzma scowled. "“Look, you have a vacant castle, I’m just saying…”.
"I'm sorry Ma'am", the Cast Member on her left said, "We can't allow anyone to stay there".
"It was only ever available to Mr. Disney himself", the other one added, his companion giving him a look as he said this that tried to communicate that getting into all of that might not help. He was right.
“The dead man?", Yzma spat, "Oh very efficient!”.
Good point or no, once they saw her down the walkway they stood there, nodding all nice to guests but keeping an eye on if she tried to come back up.
With a final growl, Yzma stalked off. She felt like venting her frustrations on the statue of mouse and man out front, but that was a bit public, so instead she found a bench with another statue of the two on it and proceeded to kick bronzed Mickey in the head with her shoe!
It was packed with peasants, but that was nothing new, and in fact it helped her slightly. The main point was that the walkway and area up into the castle itself was clear.
Cinderella's main castle not actually being in Disneyland Paris, where that disastrous party had been, helped her as well. They might not have heard by now...
Yzma made a dart inside, only removing her glasses and jacket with a flourish and showing herself properly dressed for her mission, yet in her more accustomed black dress, once she was within the befitting entryway. Now where was that door?
As she searched for it, Yzma scanned the murals along the wall, grimacing at the medieval art but quickly forgetting what real Cinderella had looked like and readily putting this stylized version in place of the real thing in her recollections.
"See, I'm far more beautiful, look at that ugly bone structure, ugh", she said to herself, "More beautiful and so deserving of this!", she repeated. Gripping what looked like the door up to the suit she wanted (maybe) Yzma gave a yank and placed one heeled foot on the wall to steady herself as she pulled with all her might. It wasn't budging!
"Stupid door", Yzma growled from between her teeth, "Don't you know destiny when you see it. Open up!".
"Calm down Ma'am, why don't you go get one of our nice ice-cream sandwiches, I'll tell Nigel to make a llama one just for you". The Cast Members were still cordial even as they firmly escorted her back to the main area of Main Street.
Yzma scowled. "“Look, you have a vacant castle, I’m just saying…”.
"I'm sorry Ma'am", the Cast Member on her left said, "We can't allow anyone to stay there".
"It was only ever available to Mr. Disney himself", the other one added, his companion giving him a look as he said this that tried to communicate that getting into all of that might not help. He was right.
“The dead man?", Yzma spat, "Oh very efficient!”.
Good point or no, once they saw her down the walkway they stood there, nodding all nice to guests but keeping an eye on if she tried to come back up.
With a final growl, Yzma stalked off. She felt like venting her frustrations on the statue of mouse and man out front, but that was a bit public, so instead she found a bench with another statue of the two on it and proceeded to kick bronzed Mickey in the head with her shoe!