Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 14:09:37 GMT
~Fallout – Monday Night Sacrifice (11/2/2015)~
RECORDED: November 2, 2015, 11:15 PM - The Westin Seattle [Room #347]
At first, I felt as if nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Jack was packing up his suitcase, getting ready to head to the next destination, but as I watched him load his belongings into his giant black piece of luggage, I saw a different side to him. He was more determined to pack his stuff away than, say, for an actual wrestling match, and it was at that moment in time when I looked down at an official white document and shook my head, picking up his plane ticket and seeing that he wasn't going to Spokane for his next match.
He was going somewhere else.
FIONA MCFLY: You're really leaving, right?
JACK GAITHER: Yep...my Uber driver's waitin' in the lobby for me—got a red-eye to catch from Sea-Tac to Narita.
FIONA: How long will you be gone?
Jack finished packing his luggage, zipping it up before rolling it to the door. Yet stopped short and began slowly walking toward the window, gazing out at the damp, moonless Seattle weather.
JACK: From where I'm standin'...I'd say 'til the day the Cowboys win a Super Bowl.
I sighed as I put Jack's documents back on the foot of our bed.
FIONA: Why?
Jack didn't even answer at first, opting to stare out the window as if he wanted to keep something hidden. I could take it no longer, marching up to him and yanking him by the collar of his shirt.
FIONA: I asked ya a gorram question ya bleedin' nutter—WHY?!
Jack spun around, and I truly felt that my perceived temperament was going to get the better of me, but he was...surprisingly even-keeled, not willing to raise a hand at me. Instead he took his papers and placed them into a red folder.
JACK: You gotta do what ya gotta do..and I gotta do what I gotta do.
I perked up my right brow, trying to understand what he meant by that. At that point, Jack reached into the hotel room's mini-refrigerator and grabbed himself a fresh, green sour apple.
JACK: Remember when you and I were stuck in Saturday detention together?
I simply nodded my head--I had never forgotten that day Jack and I first held hand, way back in 1998.
JACK: Just as we were holdin' hands, listenin' to Neil Diamond...you and I talkin' about how we always took up for each other, helpin' each other with our homework...
FIONA: That was the day we were talking about human nature.
Jack nodded his head, still holding onto the piece of fruit he was carrying.
JACK: Yeah. Mr. Logan expanded on it that day—I remember he once said that while doin' stuff for other people is an admirable human quality...
FIONA: It is also okay to stop where you are and take time for yourself, allowing others to do the same.
Jack solemnly sighed as he placed his folder into a smaller computer bag and zipped it up.
JACK: I've spent the majority of my lifetime doin' stuff for other people, givin' the shirt off my back if necessary...and I haven't had the time to do the things I'd love to do for myself. That's why I put in the request for leave this mornin' while you were sleepin' in—they only granted it to me after my match.
I threw my hands up, perturbed that Jack never told me about the request.
FIONA: Why didn't ya tell me this before we even got to KeyArena?!
JACK: Didn't wanna upset ya—din't wanna make ya think bad of me like some of those other guys.
FIONA: There's nothing selfish or self-absorbed about taking time off for yourself. You've worked your arse off TIRELESSLY for the masses without any regard for your own well-being. You've earned your rest—and no one can take it away from you.
JACK: And look at it this way...you'll have more "me" time to yourself too.
I watched as Jack pulled up the silver handle on his luggage, placing the white computer bag on top so that it's strapped to the handle.
FIONA: Where are you going?
JACK: I still got my old getaway place in Nagara Village, Japan. There's a Zen Buddhist monastery nearby that Mr. Sawada took me to regularly; I'm gonna head there and, perhaps, clear my mind...
FIONA: You're going on a religious quest, then?
JACK: Yeah...ya could say that.
Jack looked down at his iPhone to check the clock before opening the doorway.
FIONA: Jack...?
He turned around slightly, still holding onto the apple.
FIONA: I hope you're able to find whatever it is you're looking for...
Jack warmly smiled, taking a bite out of his apple.
JACK: Go out and have fun—don't ever be afraid of the wind.
I turned my head toward the window as the door calmly shut. Looking outside at the mist, I peered down below at the black Lincoln Town Car that was going to transport Jack to the airport, I could only nod my head.
FIONA: Now he understands...