Post by Zane on Dec 14, 2022 21:56:16 GMT -5
“It...happened...again...”
Zane angrily pulls the tape from his wrists, balls it up, and throws it across the locker room, clearly extremely frustrated. He picks up a towel from the bench and wipes his face, holding over it for just a second before he lowers it and cleans off his neck and shoulders. He looks down at the towel, staring into it as if it’s going to tell him something.
“What am I worth here?” He asks.
He stares at the towel for a few more seconds, then wrings it out. He watches as his sweat plummets from the cloth and splatters into the concrete floor. Once he’s down he contemptuously throws the towel over his shoulder and stares back down at the sweat puddle on the floor.
“I’m not even worth that...”
He shakes his head in disgust.
“Much like that puddle,” he fumes, “this company would be happy to clean up my remains with a mop and move on like I never existed.”
He pulls the tape from his other wrist and drops it into the puddle.
“I’m not going to be magnanimous and congratulate Pierce,” he snarls. “Fuck that prick. I don’t care if he or anyone else thinks I’m a conspiracy theorist or not, we all know why he won.”
“And it’s not because he’s better than me.”
He stands up and looks towards the shower. Then looks down at his hands.
“Much like a pool of water can be cleaned up…” he says, looking back up with a smile.
“It can be replaced.”
He turns and walks toward the bathroom, pausing for just a second.
“It can be replaced...”
He takes a couple of more steps and stops again.
“And so can I...”
End.
Zane angrily pulls the tape from his wrists, balls it up, and throws it across the locker room, clearly extremely frustrated. He picks up a towel from the bench and wipes his face, holding over it for just a second before he lowers it and cleans off his neck and shoulders. He looks down at the towel, staring into it as if it’s going to tell him something.
“What am I worth here?” He asks.
He stares at the towel for a few more seconds, then wrings it out. He watches as his sweat plummets from the cloth and splatters into the concrete floor. Once he’s down he contemptuously throws the towel over his shoulder and stares back down at the sweat puddle on the floor.
“I’m not even worth that...”
He shakes his head in disgust.
“Much like that puddle,” he fumes, “this company would be happy to clean up my remains with a mop and move on like I never existed.”
He pulls the tape from his other wrist and drops it into the puddle.
“I’m not going to be magnanimous and congratulate Pierce,” he snarls. “Fuck that prick. I don’t care if he or anyone else thinks I’m a conspiracy theorist or not, we all know why he won.”
“And it’s not because he’s better than me.”
He stands up and looks towards the shower. Then looks down at his hands.
“Much like a pool of water can be cleaned up…” he says, looking back up with a smile.
“It can be replaced.”
He turns and walks toward the bathroom, pausing for just a second.
“It can be replaced...”
He takes a couple of more steps and stops again.
“And so can I...”
End.
2013, '18, '23 
2013 