Post by Fiona McFly on Dec 1, 2017 22:35:31 GMT
CHAPTER 16
"In Which Patience Thins..."
30 November 2017 + 1530 GMT
Another sunny day on the old Kimble Ranch might mean happiness all around.
Yet on this Thursday, the vibes weren't all that good.
With a late autumn breeze blowing in from the north-northwest, the shimmering Kia Niro slowly pulled onto the graveled driveway and came to a stop just short of the large oak that stood alone in front. Out from the driver's side stepped Jack Gaither, and out from the right-hand passenger side stepped Fiona McFly and Sarah Dawkins...
....and the Northern Irishwoman wasn't feeling so jolly, even on this crystal-clear day.
Whilst doing a clandestinely-produced on-camera broadcast last night, she was pulled over the cops and, by some Christmas miracle, only given a warning. But that didn't stop her husband for ragging on her about her driving--something she didn't appreciate too much.
JACK GAITHER:
...see Fi? This is a perfect example of why ya should learn how to be a -better- driver!
FIONA MCFLY:
So says the grandpa who can't even pick a bloody lane whilst on the road.
JACK:
Pffft, riiiiiiiiight...and who got the speedin' warnin' for doin' 52 in a 45?!
Fiona gritted her teeth as she stepped onto the grass...
FIONA:
Forty-SEVEN! Fifty-two...
...where young Sarah was standing as well. It had been another exhausting day at the junkyard for the teenager, scavening for odds and ends yet learning wrestling in a subtle way. But she didn't see the latter, and she looked up to the skies above, her face rife with a bioiling tension as her internal fuse begin to slowly light itself aflame.
Jack noticed this too, and he tried to comfort the gal with a level head...
JACK:
You OK there, Sarah? You ain't lookin' so good, I can tell.
...but Sarah wouldn't respond. She was in her "shut down" mode, the fuse in her soul glowing brighter by the second.
JACK:
Ahhh c'mon now...it's gonna be alright. Just tell us what's up--there ain't no shame in doin' so.
Sarah turned around to face her coaches, her eyes wide with fury.
SARAH DAWKINS:
Look...I thought when I was gonna be comin' down here, I thought I was gonna learn wrasslin'. Yet so far, these last two weeks, I've done nothin' else except dig into a junk pile a thousand times. I've filled up that wagon at -least- a thousand times more! And what's REALLY buggin' me is that I don't know what I'm learnin' much LESS what I'm lookin' for. I just. Don't. Know!
Fiona sighed, shaking her head as she tried to chime in with a reassuring tone...
FIONA MCFLY:
Not everything is what it seems, love--
....but realises it's no good as she's cut off mid-sentence when Sarah lashes out, the fuse blowing like firecrackers on the 4th of July.
SARAH:
Aww yer full o' fuckin' SHIT! Y'all don't know what it's like to be bullied! Y'all don't know nothin' 'bout me or what -I've- been through in my life! I'm callin' my dad--thinkin' of catchin' a 'Hound and goin' home.
With that, Sarah darted right past the couple and, using her own latchkey, stormed into the house and into her bedroom. Fiona's visage grew into a dark crimson hue, and that only meant one thing...she was about to go off on her pupil with a barrage of words that weren't so family-friendly to the human ear.
But Jack stopped her dead in her tracks before she could do so.
JACK GAITHER:
Let 'er go, hun. She's prolly got schoolwork to do anyway...
FIONA:
I...
She paused, tears welling up in her eyes and left to ponder "why." Was Sarah angry because of the training programme's subtlety? After all, she wanted to emphasise the fact that wrestling was a part of everything she did in her life--from menial chores to journal writing to, yes, even recording songs for an album.
But she was confronted with something deeper than that.
Was it because...of Fiona herself?
Even as Jack stood just a few inches away from her, Fiona found herself talking into thin air in a low register.
FIONA:
I cannot possibly help you teach her. She has no patience...
A slight gust blew at her back, a cold and stiff breeze that sent a chill down her spine, as an all-too-familiar voice rang out from nowhere.
"You can't -teach- her patience. She will LEARN it from within..."
Jack observed Fiona shaking her head as the spectre of one Regina Kimble--inflection and all--had entered into her subconscious mind.
FIONA:
I feel it...there is more anger in her than I realised.
"You have the same anger issues too, if memory serves me correctly. You can actually relate to her..."
Fiona took a deep breath, then nodded her head slowly.
FIONA:
What must I do?
"Listen to her. Comfort and cherish her. Teach her..."
She perked up both of her eyebrows, wondering what the spirit was trying to convey...
FIONA:
Teach her what...?
...but it had left her mind just as quickly as it had entered it. Jack stood beside her, wondering whether or not she was going insane.
JACK:
Are you alright, babe? You look like you've seen a Force ghost...
Yet Fiona could only muster a resigned frown as she tried to fully believe in what her former mentor's voice was trying to tell her. Yet deep within her soul...she became resolved to do what the spectre instructed.
FIONA:
Perhaps...perhaps I have.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
"In Which Patience Thins..."
30 November 2017 + 1530 GMT
Another sunny day on the old Kimble Ranch might mean happiness all around.
Yet on this Thursday, the vibes weren't all that good.
With a late autumn breeze blowing in from the north-northwest, the shimmering Kia Niro slowly pulled onto the graveled driveway and came to a stop just short of the large oak that stood alone in front. Out from the driver's side stepped Jack Gaither, and out from the right-hand passenger side stepped Fiona McFly and Sarah Dawkins...
....and the Northern Irishwoman wasn't feeling so jolly, even on this crystal-clear day.
Whilst doing a clandestinely-produced on-camera broadcast last night, she was pulled over the cops and, by some Christmas miracle, only given a warning. But that didn't stop her husband for ragging on her about her driving--something she didn't appreciate too much.
JACK GAITHER:
...see Fi? This is a perfect example of why ya should learn how to be a -better- driver!
FIONA MCFLY:
So says the grandpa who can't even pick a bloody lane whilst on the road.
JACK:
Pffft, riiiiiiiiight...and who got the speedin' warnin' for doin' 52 in a 45?!
Fiona gritted her teeth as she stepped onto the grass...
FIONA:
Forty-SEVEN! Fifty-two...
...where young Sarah was standing as well. It had been another exhausting day at the junkyard for the teenager, scavening for odds and ends yet learning wrestling in a subtle way. But she didn't see the latter, and she looked up to the skies above, her face rife with a bioiling tension as her internal fuse begin to slowly light itself aflame.
Jack noticed this too, and he tried to comfort the gal with a level head...
JACK:
You OK there, Sarah? You ain't lookin' so good, I can tell.
...but Sarah wouldn't respond. She was in her "shut down" mode, the fuse in her soul glowing brighter by the second.
JACK:
Ahhh c'mon now...it's gonna be alright. Just tell us what's up--there ain't no shame in doin' so.
Sarah turned around to face her coaches, her eyes wide with fury.
SARAH DAWKINS:
Look...I thought when I was gonna be comin' down here, I thought I was gonna learn wrasslin'. Yet so far, these last two weeks, I've done nothin' else except dig into a junk pile a thousand times. I've filled up that wagon at -least- a thousand times more! And what's REALLY buggin' me is that I don't know what I'm learnin' much LESS what I'm lookin' for. I just. Don't. Know!
Fiona sighed, shaking her head as she tried to chime in with a reassuring tone...
FIONA MCFLY:
Not everything is what it seems, love--
....but realises it's no good as she's cut off mid-sentence when Sarah lashes out, the fuse blowing like firecrackers on the 4th of July.
SARAH:
Aww yer full o' fuckin' SHIT! Y'all don't know what it's like to be bullied! Y'all don't know nothin' 'bout me or what -I've- been through in my life! I'm callin' my dad--thinkin' of catchin' a 'Hound and goin' home.
With that, Sarah darted right past the couple and, using her own latchkey, stormed into the house and into her bedroom. Fiona's visage grew into a dark crimson hue, and that only meant one thing...she was about to go off on her pupil with a barrage of words that weren't so family-friendly to the human ear.
But Jack stopped her dead in her tracks before she could do so.
JACK GAITHER:
Let 'er go, hun. She's prolly got schoolwork to do anyway...
FIONA:
I...
She paused, tears welling up in her eyes and left to ponder "why." Was Sarah angry because of the training programme's subtlety? After all, she wanted to emphasise the fact that wrestling was a part of everything she did in her life--from menial chores to journal writing to, yes, even recording songs for an album.
But she was confronted with something deeper than that.
Was it because...of Fiona herself?
Even as Jack stood just a few inches away from her, Fiona found herself talking into thin air in a low register.
FIONA:
I cannot possibly help you teach her. She has no patience...
A slight gust blew at her back, a cold and stiff breeze that sent a chill down her spine, as an all-too-familiar voice rang out from nowhere.
"You can't -teach- her patience. She will LEARN it from within..."
Jack observed Fiona shaking her head as the spectre of one Regina Kimble--inflection and all--had entered into her subconscious mind.
FIONA:
I feel it...there is more anger in her than I realised.
"You have the same anger issues too, if memory serves me correctly. You can actually relate to her..."
Fiona took a deep breath, then nodded her head slowly.
FIONA:
What must I do?
"Listen to her. Comfort and cherish her. Teach her..."
She perked up both of her eyebrows, wondering what the spirit was trying to convey...
FIONA:
Teach her what...?
...but it had left her mind just as quickly as it had entered it. Jack stood beside her, wondering whether or not she was going insane.
JACK:
Are you alright, babe? You look like you've seen a Force ghost...
Yet Fiona could only muster a resigned frown as she tried to fully believe in what her former mentor's voice was trying to tell her. Yet deep within her soul...she became resolved to do what the spectre instructed.
FIONA:
Perhaps...perhaps I have.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Well howdy there pardner.