Post by Ayla St. James on Jul 10, 2010 7:38:20 GMT -6
How do you still not understand?
We were put in a match together..
You pushed me away..
You were fired..
You pushed me away
You wouldn't accept my calls
You wouldn't answer the door
You left me a Dear John letter telling me you were sorry.
You broke my heart...
In a damn wrestling promo.
Couldn't even call me yourself.
And somehow, this is my fault?
But.. it doesn't matter.
You don't want me, fine.
But I'm not just going to let it go.
By the end of the night you'll know the extent of the pain you caused me.
The snakes are just a bonus
See, the thing about pets is..
No matter how lethal..
When you don't care to live...
It doesn't matter how poisonous it is..
Fifteen minutes of life left..
Sounds like a dream to me.
[/center]We were put in a match together..
You pushed me away..
You were fired..
You pushed me away
You wouldn't accept my calls
You wouldn't answer the door
You left me a Dear John letter telling me you were sorry.
You broke my heart...
In a damn wrestling promo.
Couldn't even call me yourself.
And somehow, this is my fault?
But.. it doesn't matter.
You don't want me, fine.
But I'm not just going to let it go.
By the end of the night you'll know the extent of the pain you caused me.
The snakes are just a bonus
See, the thing about pets is..
No matter how lethal..
When you don't care to live...
It doesn't matter how poisonous it is..
Fifteen minutes of life left..
Sounds like a dream to me.
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-Ayla sat at a desk, in her apartment. Not the same one she lived in when she arrived mind you, this one was drab on purpose, like the person living here just didn't give a damn anymore. She held the pen to her lips cutely, lost in thought. Then an idea struck her and she started writing again. The scorpion skittered across the desk and stopped next to her still hand.-
"Hey cutie, all done with din din?"
-She paused, like the bug was going to answer her. It just stared ahead.-
"That's good. Oh, I'm just composing some letters. See, without Cleo.. and Zelda more of a pen pal than a friend, I'm extending the olive branch to some of my fellow wrestlers."
-She giggled-
"Silly Paneki.. not just for bedroom fun.. I do have some standards."
-She gasped, playfully.-
"Ok, maybe not a lot... not anymore, but you know what I mean."
-She held her hand out, palm up, and the scorpion climbed atop it, seeming to rest in her palm.-
"Who am I inviting? Carly.. since I can tell she wants to try experimenting. That Ashlie Ember chick.. see if she has any ideas for my career.. and I can show her my ideas for... her.. That Destructor! kid because.. let's face it.. somebody needs to take that kids V card. Adam.. for obvious reasons.."
-She paused, cocking her head to the side, "listening" to the insect.-
"You think so? I know I've been a little moody since she left, but suicidal? No, lil Paneki.. I couldn't leave you.."
-She leaned close to her pet, who didn't seem to react negatively at all, in fact.. it seemed to like it.-
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about Cleo.. I'm gonna take care of her and make sure she never hurts anyone again. Yes, sir, who's my little champ? You are!"
-Ayla set the scorpion back on the desk. It settled into sort of a stasis.-
"Oh don't worry about me. I'm not the one going into that pit. That false idol is going to find out by the end of the night that when you mess with a woman's heart, you're asking to get hurt.. no matter how powerful you are."
-She smiled at the insect and gave it a gentle pet on the head with her thumb.-
"Aww... I wuv you too.. but no.. you don't have to sting her Paneki. She's provided the means for her own downfall, and I'm simply going to oblige her."
-She picked it back up, and stood from the chair.-
"They can call me whatever... crazy.. a whore.. depressed... suicidal.. a drama queen.. I don't care.. you'll always be here for me Paneki. The only soul I can trust...
...Forever..."