Post by Jet Somers on Sept 24, 2009 21:35:57 GMT -5
On the cafeteria table sits a tray with one apple, two slices of dry toast, a cup of applesauce, and a pint carton of milk.
When Sherry pushes open the heavy metal door, she glances around to find Jet sitting on the bench in front of the table. His arms are crossed as he stares through his tray. The apple remains unbitten, the toast unchewed, the applesauce unspooned, the milk unopened. When a fly takes off from the congealing applesauce, she wonders just how long he's been sitting down here pondering Barton Memorial South Lake Tahoe Hospital's cafeteria fare. The cafeteria is otherwise abandoned, so she hails to him a little timidly as she crosses the room to his table.
He doesn't respond, so she sits cautiously across from him.
"I had to get out of there for a few minutes," she explains, thinking he'd understand. "It's so creepy how whenever she's lucid, she actually thinks she's dreaming, and vice versa."
"hrmm,' Jet's only response.
Sherry considers Jet for a moment, but after he doesn't move for a solid five minutes but to grind his teeth, she pulls a satchel to the tabletop and removes her Powerbook. A moment to establish a connection with the hospital's WiFi, and she begins clicking away.
"I hope I'm not bothering you, Jet," she stops clicking. "If I am, just let me know. We're all going through a tough time, though, and I thought you wouldn't mind some company."
His mouth twitches a little. Not a smile, just a slightly appreciative acknowledgement of Sherry's kindness. She smiles, though, and continues.
"It's probably the last thing you want to hear right now, but your match for this week has been decided. Looks like you're going to get some revenge against Dredd and Komosube!" she looks up to gauge his response.
"The last thing I care about is revenge," he finally speaks. "The goings-on between the peasant savages in that cesspool of a business are beneath me, Sherry. I know if I go into it thinking of revenge, instead of focusing on the matters at hand, like punishing those responsible for the fate of my sister, then I'll get swept up into the same dramatic bull they they seize upon like the homeless scrabbling through dumpsters for a scrap of discarded meat. I saw something like honor in Alex Kiseragi, but I can see he's been swallowed and nearly digested by this business. Count me out. I'll go in and fight a clean fight, like I always do, due to my contractual obligations only. Anything else is discarded for those peasants to dive into. Let them have it."
"Well, have you done research on them?" She is hoping to help in some way.
"Yeah, I watched them cost the other guys the match and give us a fluke win," he spits out. "What other research do I need? They are worthless pawns moved about by the rabid fans, just like everyone else."
"Well, I mean," she is hesitant, "You don't even know what to expect from them."
"Tricks, cheap moves, dirty deeds, sneakiness, underhanded dealings, an all around unfair match up, since I refuse to fight that way," he's not quite pouting, just disgusted.
"At least you have KvK on your side..."
"Oh, good, Smokey McSmokes-in-the-arena shouldn't have any trouble making up the difference on our side. The people my sister associates with are thrice as shady as anyone else around there. Wasn't Mickey Dragon her friend at one point? Weren't they all involved in this group? Covenant, indeed. What Covenant have any of them ever stuck by? Stab your friends in the back, try to kill each other, grape the minds and torture the souls? What kind of goddamned covenant is that?" Sherry's head snaps away from the Powerbook screen as the tray of food goes flying into the wall. It's not clear if she's appalled by this loss of temper, or by Jet's uncharacteristic language.
"Well," Sherry snickers, "maybe the new name for this group is more fitting? Sleaze and Brewtality! Look, they've even got a new banner on the website! You're on it!"
Jet looks up and meets her eyes for the first time.
"Sleaze and Brewtality? Are you kidding me? I don't even drink! I thought I'd be a better influence on these cretins. Something's going to have to be done about this name. I can't be flying a banner promoting low morals and binge inebriation. Ever since I came into the group, it should be called Family and Duty. Sleaze and Brewtality... who would want to be known as a sleaze? I just don't get this business."
Jet shoots to his feet, and stalks out, slamming the hell out of the big metal doors as he goes, and bringing various cafeteria staff out of the kitchen to see what's going on. Sherry closes the Powerbook and sighs, sorry she brought it up.
When Sherry pushes open the heavy metal door, she glances around to find Jet sitting on the bench in front of the table. His arms are crossed as he stares through his tray. The apple remains unbitten, the toast unchewed, the applesauce unspooned, the milk unopened. When a fly takes off from the congealing applesauce, she wonders just how long he's been sitting down here pondering Barton Memorial South Lake Tahoe Hospital's cafeteria fare. The cafeteria is otherwise abandoned, so she hails to him a little timidly as she crosses the room to his table.
He doesn't respond, so she sits cautiously across from him.
"I had to get out of there for a few minutes," she explains, thinking he'd understand. "It's so creepy how whenever she's lucid, she actually thinks she's dreaming, and vice versa."
"hrmm,' Jet's only response.
Sherry considers Jet for a moment, but after he doesn't move for a solid five minutes but to grind his teeth, she pulls a satchel to the tabletop and removes her Powerbook. A moment to establish a connection with the hospital's WiFi, and she begins clicking away.
"I hope I'm not bothering you, Jet," she stops clicking. "If I am, just let me know. We're all going through a tough time, though, and I thought you wouldn't mind some company."
His mouth twitches a little. Not a smile, just a slightly appreciative acknowledgement of Sherry's kindness. She smiles, though, and continues.
"It's probably the last thing you want to hear right now, but your match for this week has been decided. Looks like you're going to get some revenge against Dredd and Komosube!" she looks up to gauge his response.
"The last thing I care about is revenge," he finally speaks. "The goings-on between the peasant savages in that cesspool of a business are beneath me, Sherry. I know if I go into it thinking of revenge, instead of focusing on the matters at hand, like punishing those responsible for the fate of my sister, then I'll get swept up into the same dramatic bull they they seize upon like the homeless scrabbling through dumpsters for a scrap of discarded meat. I saw something like honor in Alex Kiseragi, but I can see he's been swallowed and nearly digested by this business. Count me out. I'll go in and fight a clean fight, like I always do, due to my contractual obligations only. Anything else is discarded for those peasants to dive into. Let them have it."
"Well, have you done research on them?" She is hoping to help in some way.
"Yeah, I watched them cost the other guys the match and give us a fluke win," he spits out. "What other research do I need? They are worthless pawns moved about by the rabid fans, just like everyone else."
"Well, I mean," she is hesitant, "You don't even know what to expect from them."
"Tricks, cheap moves, dirty deeds, sneakiness, underhanded dealings, an all around unfair match up, since I refuse to fight that way," he's not quite pouting, just disgusted.
"At least you have KvK on your side..."
"Oh, good, Smokey McSmokes-in-the-arena shouldn't have any trouble making up the difference on our side. The people my sister associates with are thrice as shady as anyone else around there. Wasn't Mickey Dragon her friend at one point? Weren't they all involved in this group? Covenant, indeed. What Covenant have any of them ever stuck by? Stab your friends in the back, try to kill each other, grape the minds and torture the souls? What kind of goddamned covenant is that?" Sherry's head snaps away from the Powerbook screen as the tray of food goes flying into the wall. It's not clear if she's appalled by this loss of temper, or by Jet's uncharacteristic language.
"Well," Sherry snickers, "maybe the new name for this group is more fitting? Sleaze and Brewtality! Look, they've even got a new banner on the website! You're on it!"
Jet looks up and meets her eyes for the first time.
"Sleaze and Brewtality? Are you kidding me? I don't even drink! I thought I'd be a better influence on these cretins. Something's going to have to be done about this name. I can't be flying a banner promoting low morals and binge inebriation. Ever since I came into the group, it should be called Family and Duty. Sleaze and Brewtality... who would want to be known as a sleaze? I just don't get this business."
Jet shoots to his feet, and stalks out, slamming the hell out of the big metal doors as he goes, and bringing various cafeteria staff out of the kitchen to see what's going on. Sherry closes the Powerbook and sighs, sorry she brought it up.
