Post by Emma Danielson on Feb 3, 2013 3:58:42 GMT -6
”I’m sick of being judged. I’m sick of being second-guessed, and taken for granted, and outright assumed to be doing exactly what I’m not. I’m sick of playing to the funhouse mirror picture people have in their heads. That’s why I made the choice to accept my chance at another life. I gave up the things that were holding me back…and I did it without betraying who I am. See, I’m not defined by a bottle. I’m defined by my heart, my strength, and my beauty. I’m the total package that nobody else can be. And I’m damn proud of that. I don’t need validation from anyone else.”
“But even if I don’t need validation, it doesn’t make it any less obnoxious when a childish little bitch like you tries to read into what I do, Rose. I’m not trying to seduce Jake away from Kathleen. They’re happily married, and I’d look like a right hypocrite if I did that after condemning Vargas for the same thing. See, where Mercedes failed and I’m succeeding is that I’m not trying to achieve the impossible. I don’t want to replace Kathleen, I just want to be acknowledged as a legitimate competitor. There’ve been a few stumbling points on that track so far…and one of them is you.”
“Tell the truth, I would have been happy to beat your ass for our match a few weeks ago. I need a little redemption for that. But after you ran your mouth like that…ohh, bitch, you have no idea what kind of can of worms you opened up. See, I may be more in control of myself. I may be able to present myself better and improve my life. But at my core, I’m still a ball of anger. It’s not going to resolve itself just yet. I’ll resolve it by beating the hell out of anyone who thinks they can file me away as just a leech or a maneater. That list starts with you, Rosie.”
“You can fight to the bitter end if you really like. That’s your prerogative. But you’re fighting for a lost cause. You think that you can effect change? A broken woman and an impotent man against the full might of the corporate hierarchy. I’ve seen stronger men and women break themselves on that task. I saw women I called my friends lose their will to stand against what they saw as injustices and walk away. I don’t think you’re better than them. Far from it, Rose. I know you’re not half the woman Alysson Gardner or Ayla St. James is or was. You’re not going to get anything done. I’m saying this because I’m a nicer person than I was: walk away while you still can.”
“Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ll spare you this Sunday. I’m just telling you that might be the best choice for your well-being moving forward AFTER this. This is my mercy. Take it while you can get it. Or, you know, don’t, and charge in blindly like a brain-damaged howler monkey. Either way, you’re still getting flattened by me and Kathy come Metamorphosis. Just brace yourself, Rose. Get Mister Nate ready to haul your broken and bloody ass out of there. You’ll be tapping out like a bitch once we get through with you…but you’ve clearly admitted to it.”
“It’s rather impressive that you’ve come to terms with your fate, Rose. It’s DAMN impressive. Most people would kick and scream and thrash over that sort of things. You’re at peace with it. Your peace? It’s about to be my joy. You crossed a line. You implied the wrong damn things. And I’m going to rip you apart. But I’m going to do it with a smile on my face. Because this is the new and improved Emma Danielson. And in my playground, with backup on my side? You’re dead meat. Night-night, Rose.”
Open on Emma Danielson standing by her pickup truck with The Ace, his Aston Martin providing a glorious contrast to the beaten pickup truck. Emma smirks, looking between the two vehicles and sighing. She sticks her hands in her pockets, leaning against the driver’s side door of the pickup and glancing to Jake.
”Study in contrasts, eh?”
Jake nods, grinning sheepishly as he looks between the two.
”Yes, I suppose so. Well, caviar tastes are fine and all that, but I do enjoy the simple things occasionally. There’s nothing wrong with having inexpensive preferences. I actually enjoy that about you, Emma.”
She smiles, glancing back to the car before running a hand through her hair. Emma opens the door to the pickup, glancing back at Jake.
”I really shouldn’t keep you. Kathy’s probably going to be steamed about you being out this long. Hell, she’s probably planning on cracking me upside the head with a chair for stealing all your time or some crap like that.”
Jake smirks, shaking his head and looking back at the Aston Martin with a rueful smirk. Emma looks it over as he replies candidly.
”Well, to be honest, spending time with you is preferable to some of the incredible storms that will be percolating at home. In any case, I did want to thank you for helping me out. I know Kathy well, but sometimes it takes a different perspective on things to hit just the right note. So thank you very much, Emma. Thank you for helping me out there.”
Emma blushes, smiling at Jake. She nods, glancing around somewhat nervously before walking over and giving him a brief hug again.
”Thank you again, Jake. I’ll be looking forward to Sunday…I hope you beat Andrew for his sake. He needs a little shake out of the mindset he’s in. Maybe this is what he really needs. Just promise that you won’t be too vicious? He is still my friend deep down, after all.”
Jake hesitates, glancing away for a moment. Emma stares at him pleadingly, and after a second Jake relents, nodding. Emma smiles, pecking him on the cheek, and walks back over to the pickup, getting in and slamming the door shut. She turns it on, waving to Jake and leaning out the window to shout at him.
”Hope Kathy likes them! See you later!”
Danielson pulls back in, driving off. Jake watches her go, a big smirk on his face as he walks around the side of the Aston Martin. He gets in, starting his car back up again, and pulls away as we fade to black.
“But even if I don’t need validation, it doesn’t make it any less obnoxious when a childish little bitch like you tries to read into what I do, Rose. I’m not trying to seduce Jake away from Kathleen. They’re happily married, and I’d look like a right hypocrite if I did that after condemning Vargas for the same thing. See, where Mercedes failed and I’m succeeding is that I’m not trying to achieve the impossible. I don’t want to replace Kathleen, I just want to be acknowledged as a legitimate competitor. There’ve been a few stumbling points on that track so far…and one of them is you.”
“Tell the truth, I would have been happy to beat your ass for our match a few weeks ago. I need a little redemption for that. But after you ran your mouth like that…ohh, bitch, you have no idea what kind of can of worms you opened up. See, I may be more in control of myself. I may be able to present myself better and improve my life. But at my core, I’m still a ball of anger. It’s not going to resolve itself just yet. I’ll resolve it by beating the hell out of anyone who thinks they can file me away as just a leech or a maneater. That list starts with you, Rosie.”
“You can fight to the bitter end if you really like. That’s your prerogative. But you’re fighting for a lost cause. You think that you can effect change? A broken woman and an impotent man against the full might of the corporate hierarchy. I’ve seen stronger men and women break themselves on that task. I saw women I called my friends lose their will to stand against what they saw as injustices and walk away. I don’t think you’re better than them. Far from it, Rose. I know you’re not half the woman Alysson Gardner or Ayla St. James is or was. You’re not going to get anything done. I’m saying this because I’m a nicer person than I was: walk away while you still can.”
“Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ll spare you this Sunday. I’m just telling you that might be the best choice for your well-being moving forward AFTER this. This is my mercy. Take it while you can get it. Or, you know, don’t, and charge in blindly like a brain-damaged howler monkey. Either way, you’re still getting flattened by me and Kathy come Metamorphosis. Just brace yourself, Rose. Get Mister Nate ready to haul your broken and bloody ass out of there. You’ll be tapping out like a bitch once we get through with you…but you’ve clearly admitted to it.”
“It’s rather impressive that you’ve come to terms with your fate, Rose. It’s DAMN impressive. Most people would kick and scream and thrash over that sort of things. You’re at peace with it. Your peace? It’s about to be my joy. You crossed a line. You implied the wrong damn things. And I’m going to rip you apart. But I’m going to do it with a smile on my face. Because this is the new and improved Emma Danielson. And in my playground, with backup on my side? You’re dead meat. Night-night, Rose.”
Open on Emma Danielson standing by her pickup truck with The Ace, his Aston Martin providing a glorious contrast to the beaten pickup truck. Emma smirks, looking between the two vehicles and sighing. She sticks her hands in her pockets, leaning against the driver’s side door of the pickup and glancing to Jake.
”Study in contrasts, eh?”
Jake nods, grinning sheepishly as he looks between the two.
”Yes, I suppose so. Well, caviar tastes are fine and all that, but I do enjoy the simple things occasionally. There’s nothing wrong with having inexpensive preferences. I actually enjoy that about you, Emma.”
She smiles, glancing back to the car before running a hand through her hair. Emma opens the door to the pickup, glancing back at Jake.
”I really shouldn’t keep you. Kathy’s probably going to be steamed about you being out this long. Hell, she’s probably planning on cracking me upside the head with a chair for stealing all your time or some crap like that.”
Jake smirks, shaking his head and looking back at the Aston Martin with a rueful smirk. Emma looks it over as he replies candidly.
”Well, to be honest, spending time with you is preferable to some of the incredible storms that will be percolating at home. In any case, I did want to thank you for helping me out. I know Kathy well, but sometimes it takes a different perspective on things to hit just the right note. So thank you very much, Emma. Thank you for helping me out there.”
Emma blushes, smiling at Jake. She nods, glancing around somewhat nervously before walking over and giving him a brief hug again.
”Thank you again, Jake. I’ll be looking forward to Sunday…I hope you beat Andrew for his sake. He needs a little shake out of the mindset he’s in. Maybe this is what he really needs. Just promise that you won’t be too vicious? He is still my friend deep down, after all.”
Jake hesitates, glancing away for a moment. Emma stares at him pleadingly, and after a second Jake relents, nodding. Emma smiles, pecking him on the cheek, and walks back over to the pickup, getting in and slamming the door shut. She turns it on, waving to Jake and leaning out the window to shout at him.
”Hope Kathy likes them! See you later!”
Danielson pulls back in, driving off. Jake watches her go, a big smirk on his face as he walks around the side of the Aston Martin. He gets in, starting his car back up again, and pulls away as we fade to black.