Post by Ayla St. James on Feb 5, 2012 5:47:22 GMT -6
She sat, well kneeled was a better term, on a chair turned backwards. She was propped on her elbows, idly turning the pages in the yellow.. pages. What she was looking for, we don't know. Falcon entered the room, watching her.
Looking for something?
The number of a good nationwide chain spa...
Uhhh ok... taking a spa day?
Nope, too much training to do.
Falcon blinked. If this was a cartoon, you'd see the thought bubble of a screw and a baseball.
Right.. so.. why do you want a number for one?
It's a.. gift..
Ok..
He figured if she wanted him to know who it was for, she probably would have said so, so he said nothing and took a seat at the table. She seemed to find what she was looking for, then dialed the number.
Hi! You guys do gift certificates right? Ok, great. Are they able to be used at any of your stores? I want to get one for a friend out of state.
She listened, her head bobbing back and forth to a song only she could hear. Falcon briefly wondered what the hell she was doing. Mystery seemed to be her middle name.
Ok great! I can pick one up at any of your stores? Sweet. Thank you so much.
She hung the phone up and plunked the keys off the table.
Let's go muffin button.
She was away from the table before a response could be made, and since he was expected to follow, he caved in and did so.
Of course everything to you is simply an act Kelly.
Because in the ass backwards realm of Knite logic, you're the only one who is real. You're the only one who is sincere. You're the only one with real problems and everyone else is simply faking it, just dancing for the show. All the rest of us are mere pawns on your chess board where you knock us around for your own amusement.
This is exactly why you need to grow up. Because you're like the spoiled princess who refuses to let anyone else play with her because they are beneath her. I didn't nearly die?
nCw paid the ****ing bill you retard. Look it up.
Sure, there was medical staff on hand to catch the venom before it killed me. The same way there's people standing by in a death cage in case someone falls off and breaks their neck. The same way there's a crack staff of emergency med guys ready for ANY eventuality. Long point short is..
You don't get to decide who's real and who's faking it.
You aren't allowed to sit back and play holier than thou your majesty and then come in whenever you feel like it. You do not dictate to me what is real in my life and what is simply an act. That makes no more sense than me standing here telling you that everything going on between you and Adam these recent weeks is a simple script.
I don't do it, because I'm above it.
But no, Knite logic doesn't work that way. Kelly Knite is allowed to gloss over the months I spent growing up and getting over my divadom. She's allowed to just skip past the moments where I clearly stated that I intended to kill in everyone else what I spent time killing in myself. Kelly Knite is clearly allowed to play make believe and pretend that everything that is in any way a contradiction to her point never actually happened.
Sorry bubble buns, but we don't live in Knite logic land. So if my logic is skewed, then clearly so is yours.. the difference is I always said what I meant and stated how I felt.
You just smile, wave your insults and throw in your curses when someone points out something you'd rather everyone forget. A big game of I'm rubber and you're glue.
But as the saying says, the things we get the most mad at tend to be the most true. I called you a spoiled child who needs to grow up, and you got mad.
Coincidence? I think not.
You want to sit there and talk to me like my career was built on some sort of fallacy, then be my guest. I'll simply point to the fact that since your world title match with Shelly, I've been on an nCw card four straight weeks.. Kelly Knite's appearances during that span... drum roll please...
Big Fat Zero.
Now that you have control, you have no excuse. Your name should easily have been one of the first on there, if you were half the woman you keep screaming at me you were. But it wasn't.. because you are everything you claim I am.. stupid, spoiled and a diva..
Another saying is whenever you point a finger at someone, there's three fingers pointing back at you. Also seems appropriate here.
I may be only a some trashy diva in your eyes, but you're the exact same to the rest of the roster and most of the world.. I may be blonde, a little airheaded and overexcited at times and I have weird mood swings and moments of inflective that drive people crazy trying to figure out.. but that's because it's who I am. Whether you believe it or not.
Fortunately for those of us who live in the real world, what you believe isn't some almighty decree.
No matter how much power you have.
Kisses,
Love Ayla.
A little later they were in the car. Ayla decided to drive, for reasons that will forever remain a mystery.
So.. what's all this about?
What do you mean?
We're driving halfway across town to pick up a spa gift certificate you probably easily could have ordered online. You are too efficient with your time management to let this slide. So what's the need to have a physical copy?
Oh fine, sillys. Just want to add a personal note to it, that's all. Then mail it out myself.
Who is it for?
Kelly.
Falcon blinked. Then tilted his head to the side.
Kelly? Why?
I figure with all the problems she had, she could use a day for herself.
I figured that, but... why the sudden rush to be her friend?
Why shouldn't I be?
For one, you two hardly seem like the type to get along. Especially after all the things she had to say about you.
Therein lies your problem..
What's that?
You think any of what she said bothers me. I'm comfortable with who I am, and how far I've come to become that person. She wants to pretend I'm not, that's her business. It has no affect on how I feel about myself, no matter how many bleeps are in the promo.
Well ok..
You should be too...
He looked at her, and all he saw... was a knowing smile.
Looking for something?
The number of a good nationwide chain spa...
Uhhh ok... taking a spa day?
Nope, too much training to do.
Falcon blinked. If this was a cartoon, you'd see the thought bubble of a screw and a baseball.
Right.. so.. why do you want a number for one?
It's a.. gift..
Ok..
He figured if she wanted him to know who it was for, she probably would have said so, so he said nothing and took a seat at the table. She seemed to find what she was looking for, then dialed the number.
Hi! You guys do gift certificates right? Ok, great. Are they able to be used at any of your stores? I want to get one for a friend out of state.
She listened, her head bobbing back and forth to a song only she could hear. Falcon briefly wondered what the hell she was doing. Mystery seemed to be her middle name.
Ok great! I can pick one up at any of your stores? Sweet. Thank you so much.
She hung the phone up and plunked the keys off the table.
Let's go muffin button.
She was away from the table before a response could be made, and since he was expected to follow, he caved in and did so.
Of course everything to you is simply an act Kelly.
Because in the ass backwards realm of Knite logic, you're the only one who is real. You're the only one who is sincere. You're the only one with real problems and everyone else is simply faking it, just dancing for the show. All the rest of us are mere pawns on your chess board where you knock us around for your own amusement.
This is exactly why you need to grow up. Because you're like the spoiled princess who refuses to let anyone else play with her because they are beneath her. I didn't nearly die?
nCw paid the ****ing bill you retard. Look it up.
Sure, there was medical staff on hand to catch the venom before it killed me. The same way there's people standing by in a death cage in case someone falls off and breaks their neck. The same way there's a crack staff of emergency med guys ready for ANY eventuality. Long point short is..
You don't get to decide who's real and who's faking it.
You aren't allowed to sit back and play holier than thou your majesty and then come in whenever you feel like it. You do not dictate to me what is real in my life and what is simply an act. That makes no more sense than me standing here telling you that everything going on between you and Adam these recent weeks is a simple script.
I don't do it, because I'm above it.
But no, Knite logic doesn't work that way. Kelly Knite is allowed to gloss over the months I spent growing up and getting over my divadom. She's allowed to just skip past the moments where I clearly stated that I intended to kill in everyone else what I spent time killing in myself. Kelly Knite is clearly allowed to play make believe and pretend that everything that is in any way a contradiction to her point never actually happened.
Sorry bubble buns, but we don't live in Knite logic land. So if my logic is skewed, then clearly so is yours.. the difference is I always said what I meant and stated how I felt.
You just smile, wave your insults and throw in your curses when someone points out something you'd rather everyone forget. A big game of I'm rubber and you're glue.
But as the saying says, the things we get the most mad at tend to be the most true. I called you a spoiled child who needs to grow up, and you got mad.
Coincidence? I think not.
You want to sit there and talk to me like my career was built on some sort of fallacy, then be my guest. I'll simply point to the fact that since your world title match with Shelly, I've been on an nCw card four straight weeks.. Kelly Knite's appearances during that span... drum roll please...
Big Fat Zero.
Now that you have control, you have no excuse. Your name should easily have been one of the first on there, if you were half the woman you keep screaming at me you were. But it wasn't.. because you are everything you claim I am.. stupid, spoiled and a diva..
Another saying is whenever you point a finger at someone, there's three fingers pointing back at you. Also seems appropriate here.
I may be only a some trashy diva in your eyes, but you're the exact same to the rest of the roster and most of the world.. I may be blonde, a little airheaded and overexcited at times and I have weird mood swings and moments of inflective that drive people crazy trying to figure out.. but that's because it's who I am. Whether you believe it or not.
Fortunately for those of us who live in the real world, what you believe isn't some almighty decree.
No matter how much power you have.
Kisses,
Love Ayla.
A little later they were in the car. Ayla decided to drive, for reasons that will forever remain a mystery.
So.. what's all this about?
What do you mean?
We're driving halfway across town to pick up a spa gift certificate you probably easily could have ordered online. You are too efficient with your time management to let this slide. So what's the need to have a physical copy?
Oh fine, sillys. Just want to add a personal note to it, that's all. Then mail it out myself.
Who is it for?
Kelly.
Falcon blinked. Then tilted his head to the side.
Kelly? Why?
I figure with all the problems she had, she could use a day for herself.
I figured that, but... why the sudden rush to be her friend?
Why shouldn't I be?
For one, you two hardly seem like the type to get along. Especially after all the things she had to say about you.
Therein lies your problem..
What's that?
You think any of what she said bothers me. I'm comfortable with who I am, and how far I've come to become that person. She wants to pretend I'm not, that's her business. It has no affect on how I feel about myself, no matter how many bleeps are in the promo.
Well ok..
You should be too...
He looked at her, and all he saw... was a knowing smile.
