Post by chassiefear on Aug 14, 2009 14:45:54 GMT -5
(it is morning, the sun rising in a beautiful display of colors, everything breathing in the glory of a new day. The sunlight enters Chassie’s room through the double French doors on her balcony, flooding the room in warm light and life. She has her curtains drawn about her, three different layers of dark brown, medium gold and an outer white gossamer that hangs to the floor, where plush, soft white carpet lays thick and inviting. Yes. Floors can be inviting for those who can afford for it to do so. Her bed set alone costs more than most will see in a calendar year. From underneath her white custom Charlotte Thomas Bespoke sheets she moans softly. Grabbing one of four of her Eiderdown pillows Chassie’s hand pulls it under the comforter. Clearly she’s not ready to be up yet. After a few more minutes of trying she gives up, pulling herself slowly up to the headboard. Tossing the comforter off of her she walks to her bathroom, opting for a shower to a Jacuzzi bath. She was both looking forward to and abhorring her upcoming match. She and Dragon would be working together, and for that she was excited. She loved his energy and intensity in the ring, it was like wonderful. While she showered and afterwards started to get ready for her day, she turned on the Television. Sure enough, her opponents were talking about them, and making what they must have thought to be some kind of mockery out of her relationship with Jarek. From beside her something chirps, and she attaches a Bluetooth for a more private conversation.)
Chassie: Yes, I know, I saw…My thoughts? My thoughts are that if that is the best they have then I am sorely disappointed and Salem has deeply let himself go. You know as well as I do that they are aiming to get some sort of reaction from me. It’s what used to work. The same drivel and drawl tactics, shamefully refined to an even more predictably contemptible state.
(There is a pause while she gives herself a look over, passing by the makeup as it is not needed, yet. After whomever she is speaking with decides to breathe again, Chassie smiles at herself, her features and voice displaying neither fear nor cockiness.)
Chassie: We’ll see. No, I know that. But just leave that to me. I know he thinks I worry too much for him and maybe I do, but I respect him enough to know when he's got things handled, and right now he does. Should he need help later then it'll be a different story. But for now, I will respect his wishes. (From below, she hears her front door open and shut.) Let me call you back. I’ve company. Bye.
(She dresses in no state of hurry, coming down the stairs at her leisure to find her brother on the couch, a glass of tea in one hand and the remote in the other. She smiles and rolls her eyes, hitting him on the head as she walks by.)
Chassie: Get your feet off of my coffee table, take your shoes off at the door and what may I ask are you here for?
Jonathon: Have you seen, preytell who you are facing and what they are doing to your name?
Chassie: I have and I find it both laughable and sad. They feel the need to resort to dramatics in the attempt to make me lose sight of the ultimate goal and in doing so only serve to make themselves look the fools. It’s a vain and pathetic attempt but I admire them for their wonderful display. I’ve got a sense of humor about myself, and so I can laugh off their antics and keep going.
Jonathon: So you’re not worried?
Chassie: What, dear brother, should I possibly be worried about?
Jonathon: Salem is…huge. And neither you nor Dragon can match that size.
Chassie: So we’ll break them down bit by bit. I plan to do all that I can to immobilize him and then tear him apart. Hopefully it will work out that way. If not, well I’ll come home a little worse for wear, but at least we’re going to get a fight out of him worth having.
Jonathon: And Jez? Leave her alone hmm? She’s hot.
Chassie: I WILL forget you said that. And keep it in your pants, you don’t know where she’s been.
Jonathon: I don’t rightly care, I’d still nail that girl.
Chassie: Your taste in women…I’ll never understand. But no, unfortunately I plan to get my hands on her too. That’s assuming Mickey leaves anything of her at all. At least you made it on time. Come on, argue with me later, I need to get my shit in the car.
Jonathon: Don’t you have a man for this?
Chassie: I do, but he’s in California so your it. Let’s go.
(Black)
Chassie: Yes, I know, I saw…My thoughts? My thoughts are that if that is the best they have then I am sorely disappointed and Salem has deeply let himself go. You know as well as I do that they are aiming to get some sort of reaction from me. It’s what used to work. The same drivel and drawl tactics, shamefully refined to an even more predictably contemptible state.
(There is a pause while she gives herself a look over, passing by the makeup as it is not needed, yet. After whomever she is speaking with decides to breathe again, Chassie smiles at herself, her features and voice displaying neither fear nor cockiness.)
Chassie: We’ll see. No, I know that. But just leave that to me. I know he thinks I worry too much for him and maybe I do, but I respect him enough to know when he's got things handled, and right now he does. Should he need help later then it'll be a different story. But for now, I will respect his wishes. (From below, she hears her front door open and shut.) Let me call you back. I’ve company. Bye.
(She dresses in no state of hurry, coming down the stairs at her leisure to find her brother on the couch, a glass of tea in one hand and the remote in the other. She smiles and rolls her eyes, hitting him on the head as she walks by.)
Chassie: Get your feet off of my coffee table, take your shoes off at the door and what may I ask are you here for?
Jonathon: Have you seen, preytell who you are facing and what they are doing to your name?
Chassie: I have and I find it both laughable and sad. They feel the need to resort to dramatics in the attempt to make me lose sight of the ultimate goal and in doing so only serve to make themselves look the fools. It’s a vain and pathetic attempt but I admire them for their wonderful display. I’ve got a sense of humor about myself, and so I can laugh off their antics and keep going.
Jonathon: So you’re not worried?
Chassie: What, dear brother, should I possibly be worried about?
Jonathon: Salem is…huge. And neither you nor Dragon can match that size.
Chassie: So we’ll break them down bit by bit. I plan to do all that I can to immobilize him and then tear him apart. Hopefully it will work out that way. If not, well I’ll come home a little worse for wear, but at least we’re going to get a fight out of him worth having.
Jonathon: And Jez? Leave her alone hmm? She’s hot.
Chassie: I WILL forget you said that. And keep it in your pants, you don’t know where she’s been.
Jonathon: I don’t rightly care, I’d still nail that girl.
Chassie: Your taste in women…I’ll never understand. But no, unfortunately I plan to get my hands on her too. That’s assuming Mickey leaves anything of her at all. At least you made it on time. Come on, argue with me later, I need to get my shit in the car.
Jonathon: Don’t you have a man for this?
Chassie: I do, but he’s in California so your it. Let’s go.
(Black)