Post by Falcon on Oct 13, 2012 0:49:10 GMT -6
Look, I'd like to extend an apology towards Stephen Kingsley. For what, you ask? For breaking the trust he placed in me? For letting him down and proving some sort of stereotype he's perpetuated inside his own head?
Hell no.. I'd like to apologize, sarcastically I might add, for not giving a damn what he wants, what he thinks, or what he thinks he knows.
Shocking, right?
Look, hombre, I'm sorry that I didn't spontaneously learn to phase my molecules through walls and sneak into the arena after being forcefully escorted out, to come down to the ring and save your weak ass from being pounded into oblivion. I'm sorry that I didn't care enough to sneak back in. Quite an easy feat I assure you, I've done it several times before. Would have been so much child's play to come down to the ring like an avenging angel and save you from taking that beating.
Of course, I would have had to care first.
Clearly that wasn't happening. I was forcefully removed from the arena, three guys, picked me up, and threw me out onto the curb. I thought about sneaking back in, just to spite Kelly, but then again, why? Kelly has the egg on her face, her battlegrounds team was nothing short of an epic fail, and she's trying to recover. Right now, I have the upper hand. So break back in, risk losing my job, all just to help you? No, I'm sorry, but no..
You tell me one good reason why that would be worth it. C'mon, just one. I'll give you time to think. ....... Time's up. Can't do it, can you? Of course not, because the fact that I'm breaking the trust you put in me, never even crossed my mind as a concern. In fact, the very fact that you're angry about this just means that you have no faith in yourself, or your ability. You want someone to take a share of the blame, you want someone to hold your hand when things get tough, and you want someone to pick up the slack when you falter. Seems to me, by your own logic, you're even more American than I am.
Sucks to heard, but we both descended from the British, except my start was from people who wanted to be free of tyranny, your start was a bunch of worthless thug lowlifes who were banished for being disgraces to humanity. In some ways, both of those still hold true today huh? I fight against the oppressive hand, and you just suck in air and take up space. So you know, keep doing a good job of saying one thing and doing something different, you know? Good old double standard, as perfected by the Americans.
All that being said, as for your amusing and meager threats, I just wish you enjoy hospital food, because if you try to bring any kind of fight to me, I'll just break you into silly little pieces and leave you in a body cast. You should listen to your friend occasionally, because he's more right than you're willing to admit.
Vengeance sounds all well and good, but running blindly at the light in the tunnel trying to avenge your fallen pride just leads to you getting crushed by the train coming through. So, my advice, as a legend of the ring and a veteran of countless battles fought for better reasons that what you think is cool, just walk away. Leave me be and don't even show up tomorrow.
Because you don't want none of what I am right now.
I'm just as mad, just as violent, and a whole hell of a lot better at it than you. Count on that. My father's blood is from a land where people to this day walk down the street with six guns in side holsters. Call me out for a duel, and I'll put one between your eyes before you can blink.
Meet me in the ring if you think I'm playing.
You.. you can't do this.
Don't tell me what I can and can't do..
But.. but this.. you might..
Please, they've been trying to kill me for years, what makes you think now is when I'm going to drop dead?
Ayla looked away. It was a cold night, made even colder by the fact that he seemed to be in a foul mood. She'd tried all her womanly tricks to make him laugh or smile, and nothing. Now they were eating a late dinner, and he'd revealed the plans he had for the future. Normally, she'd of just accepted it, cheered him on and would be there when the smoke cleared, but that paper changed everything.
It's not that..
Then what is it?
It's..
She wasn't sure if she had the heart to tell him what she knew. Things like that were life changing alterations that should be shared when the time was right, not when you were angry or desperate.
Yes?
It's.. nothing. Nevermind. Forget I said anything.
He looked at her plainly, sitting across the table. He didn't for a second believe that it was nothing, but he was unsure if he could press the subject without getting cross at her. She had done nothing to deserve it. Not one thing, in fact she'd been a saint for most of the last month. He wasn't sure what his deal was either. She'd stopped seeing Charlie after he abruptly vanished from the company, and since then she was all back to being lovey clingy Ayla. He wasn't sure if that was better or worse than it was. Sometimes, it made him feel special, others it made him feel like he was a safe back up plan for her.
Ok.
Kyle..
Yes?
..I love you.
But even so, there was something in the way she looked at him that he could never hope to resist.
I know.
She opened her mouth to say something, to ask if he loved her back. But he reached across the table and took her hand in his. She stopped, saw his smile, and smiled back at him. They held hands, each using their free hand to eat with for several minutes. Ayla finished her plate and stood up, putting the used dish in the sink. She bent down, touching her toes in a stretch, making sure to push her behind towards him, and smiled to herself when she saw he was watching. She turned, and stretched back, pushing her bust out as well. Then headed for the stairs.
Since it's your turn on dish duty tonight, I'm going to go upstairs, get in the bath, shave my legs and maybe another unmentionable area, then lay on the bed for an hour or so, then get dressed for bed. If in that hour, you feel inclined to also be on the bed, for.. any reason you choose, that would be fine by me.
I think perhaps I will.
She stopped at the doorway, turned and winked at him, then headed upstairs, adding a little shimmy to her backside. Falcon stood up, and went to the sink, running hot water and using a sponge to do the dishes. Scene shift to Ayla upstairs, looking through the top drawer of her dresser. She pulled out something made of black lace, something that looked much to small to cover anything meaningful, and smiled, then headed for the bathroom. As she reached for the door handle, she heard a thump from downstairs.
Huh? What was..
She started back down the stairs, and as she turned the corner, before the camera could see what she sees, we fade to black. The only thing left was..
Oh my god, Kyle!!!
Hell no.. I'd like to apologize, sarcastically I might add, for not giving a damn what he wants, what he thinks, or what he thinks he knows.
Shocking, right?
Look, hombre, I'm sorry that I didn't spontaneously learn to phase my molecules through walls and sneak into the arena after being forcefully escorted out, to come down to the ring and save your weak ass from being pounded into oblivion. I'm sorry that I didn't care enough to sneak back in. Quite an easy feat I assure you, I've done it several times before. Would have been so much child's play to come down to the ring like an avenging angel and save you from taking that beating.
Of course, I would have had to care first.
Clearly that wasn't happening. I was forcefully removed from the arena, three guys, picked me up, and threw me out onto the curb. I thought about sneaking back in, just to spite Kelly, but then again, why? Kelly has the egg on her face, her battlegrounds team was nothing short of an epic fail, and she's trying to recover. Right now, I have the upper hand. So break back in, risk losing my job, all just to help you? No, I'm sorry, but no..
You tell me one good reason why that would be worth it. C'mon, just one. I'll give you time to think. ....... Time's up. Can't do it, can you? Of course not, because the fact that I'm breaking the trust you put in me, never even crossed my mind as a concern. In fact, the very fact that you're angry about this just means that you have no faith in yourself, or your ability. You want someone to take a share of the blame, you want someone to hold your hand when things get tough, and you want someone to pick up the slack when you falter. Seems to me, by your own logic, you're even more American than I am.
Sucks to heard, but we both descended from the British, except my start was from people who wanted to be free of tyranny, your start was a bunch of worthless thug lowlifes who were banished for being disgraces to humanity. In some ways, both of those still hold true today huh? I fight against the oppressive hand, and you just suck in air and take up space. So you know, keep doing a good job of saying one thing and doing something different, you know? Good old double standard, as perfected by the Americans.
All that being said, as for your amusing and meager threats, I just wish you enjoy hospital food, because if you try to bring any kind of fight to me, I'll just break you into silly little pieces and leave you in a body cast. You should listen to your friend occasionally, because he's more right than you're willing to admit.
Vengeance sounds all well and good, but running blindly at the light in the tunnel trying to avenge your fallen pride just leads to you getting crushed by the train coming through. So, my advice, as a legend of the ring and a veteran of countless battles fought for better reasons that what you think is cool, just walk away. Leave me be and don't even show up tomorrow.
Because you don't want none of what I am right now.
I'm just as mad, just as violent, and a whole hell of a lot better at it than you. Count on that. My father's blood is from a land where people to this day walk down the street with six guns in side holsters. Call me out for a duel, and I'll put one between your eyes before you can blink.
Meet me in the ring if you think I'm playing.
I don't think I have the answers that you're looking for
Every door is boarded shut from the outside
I don't think you can do this without keeping score
I don't think that I can do this with you anymore
[/center][/i]Every door is boarded shut from the outside
I don't think you can do this without keeping score
I don't think that I can do this with you anymore
You.. you can't do this.
Don't tell me what I can and can't do..
But.. but this.. you might..
Please, they've been trying to kill me for years, what makes you think now is when I'm going to drop dead?
Ayla looked away. It was a cold night, made even colder by the fact that he seemed to be in a foul mood. She'd tried all her womanly tricks to make him laugh or smile, and nothing. Now they were eating a late dinner, and he'd revealed the plans he had for the future. Normally, she'd of just accepted it, cheered him on and would be there when the smoke cleared, but that paper changed everything.
It's not that..
Then what is it?
It's..
She wasn't sure if she had the heart to tell him what she knew. Things like that were life changing alterations that should be shared when the time was right, not when you were angry or desperate.
Yes?
It's.. nothing. Nevermind. Forget I said anything.
He looked at her plainly, sitting across the table. He didn't for a second believe that it was nothing, but he was unsure if he could press the subject without getting cross at her. She had done nothing to deserve it. Not one thing, in fact she'd been a saint for most of the last month. He wasn't sure what his deal was either. She'd stopped seeing Charlie after he abruptly vanished from the company, and since then she was all back to being lovey clingy Ayla. He wasn't sure if that was better or worse than it was. Sometimes, it made him feel special, others it made him feel like he was a safe back up plan for her.
Ok.
Kyle..
Yes?
..I love you.
But even so, there was something in the way she looked at him that he could never hope to resist.
I know.
She opened her mouth to say something, to ask if he loved her back. But he reached across the table and took her hand in his. She stopped, saw his smile, and smiled back at him. They held hands, each using their free hand to eat with for several minutes. Ayla finished her plate and stood up, putting the used dish in the sink. She bent down, touching her toes in a stretch, making sure to push her behind towards him, and smiled to herself when she saw he was watching. She turned, and stretched back, pushing her bust out as well. Then headed for the stairs.
Since it's your turn on dish duty tonight, I'm going to go upstairs, get in the bath, shave my legs and maybe another unmentionable area, then lay on the bed for an hour or so, then get dressed for bed. If in that hour, you feel inclined to also be on the bed, for.. any reason you choose, that would be fine by me.
I think perhaps I will.
She stopped at the doorway, turned and winked at him, then headed upstairs, adding a little shimmy to her backside. Falcon stood up, and went to the sink, running hot water and using a sponge to do the dishes. Scene shift to Ayla upstairs, looking through the top drawer of her dresser. She pulled out something made of black lace, something that looked much to small to cover anything meaningful, and smiled, then headed for the bathroom. As she reached for the door handle, she heard a thump from downstairs.
Huh? What was..
She started back down the stairs, and as she turned the corner, before the camera could see what she sees, we fade to black. The only thing left was..
Oh my god, Kyle!!!
There isn't anything left for you, left for you
To put this back together anymore
There isn't anything left for you, left for you
To make me understand anymore
There isn't anything left for you, left for you
To make me wanna stay
There isn't anything left for you
Anything left for you but an enemy
[/center][/i]To put this back together anymore
There isn't anything left for you, left for you
To make me understand anymore
There isn't anything left for you, left for you
To make me wanna stay
There isn't anything left for you
Anything left for you but an enemy