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| sunshine | Dec 1 2016, 03:37 AM Post #1 |
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New Orleans September 2000 Eva sat next to Marcus’ crib, running her fingers along his tiny cherubic hand. He curled his pudgy little digits around her finger, grasping tightly as if he knew she would never let anyone or anything ever hurt him. Eva Broussard: Marcus, mon frere, you know how much I love you. I will NEVER let anything happen to you. I can’t lose another brother and when you’re old enough, I’ll tell you stories of our big brother Phillipe. Marcus opened his dark emerald eyes and grinned up at her as if he understood her. Eva opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a curt, disapproving voice coming from the doorway. Garcelle: Eva, do you think you need ta be left alone wit’ your brother after what happened the last time you were left unsupervised wit’ Phillipe? Eva turned her head, never letting go of Marcus as she faced Garcelle. Eva Broussard: Garcelle, my Daddy wants me to look after him. And the police did their investigation and found no wrongdoing on my part, so just let it go before you regret it. Garcelle gasped, clutching her throat, appalled by the threat in the little girl’s words. Garcelle: How dare you threaten me! I’m not the only one who still thinks it was your fault. You might want to keep that in mind, little girl! Eva rolled her eyes and snorted derisively. Eva Broussard: That wasn’t a threat, Garcelle. That was a statement of fact. Back off before it’s too late. Garcelle’s face turns bright red in indignation. Garcelle: Little miss, I will be speaking to your Maman now. This behavior will not be tolerated! She stomps out of the room and down the massive stairwell. Eva smiles and thinks to herself as she gets to her feet. Eva Broussard (in her mind): That was too easy. Now it’s time to put this plan in motion. Sam (in Eva’s head): Let’s move dis quick before dat ol’ hag gets to our Maman. Eva just nods her head as she scurries to the silver closet. She throws the doors open and begins to pull various items down, tucking them into a pillowcase quickly. She closes the closet and races to Garcelle’s quarters. She quietly opens the door and unloads her bag, stuffing the candlesticks, flatware and serving tray under Garcelle’s bed. She tucks the pillowcase in the back of her pants and scurries back to the silver closet where she tosses it to the ground with a single silver spoon inside it. She makes sure that the edge of the bag is peeking out of the closed door and rushes to the bathroom, locking herself in. Eva stands in front of the mirror and begins to slap herself across the cheek repeatedly, watching the light skin turn scarlet. Not quite satisfied, she balls up her fist and slams it into her mouth hard, causing her lip to split and bleed. Finally satisfied, she goes racing downstairs to her father’s study, throwing the doors wide as the tears fell down her cheeks. Remy jumps to his feet and rushes to kneel in front of her, inspecting her wounds. Remy Broussard: Ma fille, what has happened?! Who did this to you? Her circles his massive arms around her, cradling as she sobs. Eva Broussard: (into his shoulder) Daddy, Garcelle found me next to the silver closet and when I asked her about the pillowcase, she jus’ lost it! She just kept hitting me over an’ over, yelling about I had no business nosing around. I don’ know what she means, Daddy! Remy’s brow crinkles as he considers the reason behind his daughter’s assault. He picks Eva up easily and carries her to the silver closet, noticing the pillowcase peeking out. He rips the door open and sees there are numerous items missing. He sets Eva down and bellows for Garcelle. After a few moments, she comes back down the hall, completely confused by the anger in Remy’s voice. Garcelle: Yes, Mr. Broussard? How can I - Her voice dies in her throat as she looks at Eva. Garcelle: My God child! What have you done? Remy’s brows shoot up incredulously. Remy Broussard: What has she done?! Are ya kiddin’ me? Garcelle, why did you hit Eva for finding this pillowcase? And why do I have several items missing? She opens her mouth to speak but Remy cuts her off by just raising his hand. Remy Broussard: Garcelle, lead the way to your room. We’re going to see exactly what you’re hiding in there. Now move! The trio trudge along to Garcelle’s room with Remy and Eva leading the way. When Remy opens the door, Eva turns to Garcelle and sticks her tongue out quickly before returning to Remy’s side. Garcelle practically snarls at her but remains a few paces behind them. Remy begins to search the room, finally going to the bed and pulls out The various items, laying each on top of the bed. He turns to Garcelle, fury clearly evident on his face. Remy Broussard: Care to explain what this is, Garcelle? You have one chance to tell the truth. Garcelle: Mr. Remy, I didn’t put that there, Eva did! Remy holds his hand up, barely holding his anger in check. Remy Broussard: You’re gonna stand there an’ accuse my little Eva of setting you up? Especially after you beat her to keep her quiet?! I want you out of MY house NOW! Don’t bother packing. I will have what actually belongs to you packed up and shipped to you. NOW GET OUT!! Garcelle scurries from the room as Remy kneels next to Eva, hugging her close. Remy Broussard: My dear child, I swear that woman will NEVER hurt you again! (hugging her even tighter) Now, I want you to go to your room and rest while I take care of your Maman. Go on now. And remember, Daddy loves you more than anything. Eva rushes out of the room and scurries along to hers as the echo from her parent’s argument begins to get louder. She lies down on her bed, a satisfied smile on her full lips. Eva (as Sam): I tol’ you it’d be easy ta get rid of dat bitch! Eva (as Mac): But was it really necessary? Eva Broussard: Of course it was. You saw how she was influencing Maman. She deserved it. She closes her eyes and falls into a peaceful sleep, comforted by the way her Daddy had come to her rescue. New Orleans Present Day The scene fades into a serene setting, a wraparound porch decorated in Old South staples, chaises, rocking chairs, and a table set with a silver place setting. A soft,magnolia breeze blows through as we focus in on the svelte figure lying on the chaise. She’s utterly at ease, sipping a tall, mint colored drink, dressed in a soft lavender shift dress, her feet curled beneath her. She turns to the camera and smiles. Eva Broussard-Davies: This right here is the epitome of Southern grace. A staple in New Orleans. Many families have tried to recreate what we’ve built here, but before you assume this is where I grew up, don’t. This is the home that Dean and I had built for the winter months. She gazes deeply into the camera as a cruel smile curls her lips. Eva Broussard-Davies: I wonder what kind of home the Saint grew up in? Something tells me he belongs in the 9th Ward with the rest of the dregs of society. And maybe that’s where I should send him back to when he falls at my feet. She taps her glass with her nails, contemplating what she wants to say next. Eva Broussard-Davies: Or should I send him back to Derek to complete his training? Hmmm, decisions, decisions. It’s obvious that he doesn’t belong in the ring with me, but I did accept his challenge. I mean, who better to put the little upstart in his place than your very own Cajun Beauty, right? It seems fitting that two New Orleans natives should face off. Doncha think? She brings a long, exposed leg up, bending at the knee and props it on the chaise. Eva Broussard-Davies: Saint, Saint, Saint. You really are an unknown- for now. A barely legal rookie who’s fought in just enough matches to get your feet wet and now you want to jump in the deep end with the Champion. Quite bold - or stupid, depending on how you look at it. It seems like career suicide, in my opinion. You’re not ready for this level of competition, Saint. Eva curls her legs around her and takes a long sip of her drink. Eva Broussard-Davies: Now the buzz around the locker room is your a second generation wrestler. Hmm, now who could your daddy be? I have a few ideas but until I’m certain, I’ll refrain from speculation. But that leaves me to wonder. Are you going to be like every other second gen wrestler? Are you going to rely on Daddy’s legacy to give you credibility? Something in me says that’s exactly what’s going to happen as soon as you’re unveiled. You’ll use Daddy’s name to get you the matches you want; you’ll use Derek’s name to do the same thing. Eva smirks as she taps her glass. Eva Broussard-Davies: Did you know dear old Derek trained yours truly? That should give you a hint as to what you’ll be facing at Salvation. There’s no advantage for you there, Saint. When I pin you Thursday, you’ll give me a lead in the Point Roulette and I will show my gratitude in a truly Broussard-Davies way. Until Thursday, I want you to think about everything I have said, let it seep deep into that young mind of yours and realize there’s a reason I’m called Bayou Barbie. When she comes out to play, it’ll be a trip back to the Quarter where the tourists don’t dare tread. Are you ready, cher? I’m definitely coming to play. |
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