Post by Ciara O'Connor on Jun 22, 2018 17:11:18 GMT
Camera comes on to Ciara sitting next to a pool in a two-piece.
“It’s about time I got booked again. I haven’t had a match since humiliating Fiona and it’s a goddamned tragedy. A travesty. An actual crime! Oh no but I betrayed the little white rabbit, let’s not book her. It’s bias! Terrible bias.”
Ciara shakes her head.
“Bloody Assizes and Last Rites though. For a chance to be on a pay per view it’s not a bad way. Weapons and the chance to display why the BFC is the best in this division? I’ll take it. The naming though...”
Ciara sighs.
“And management wonders why the place is practically infected with edgy doom cults.”
Ciara looks down at her nails.
“So let’s be honest here, ya? This division has long been run by the freaks and the goths. The cultists have been running rampant for ages. This new belt? This is a chance to rise above that. You would hope one of you useless idiots would be excited for the chance to go down in history as one of the first to hold this silly little title, wouldn’t you?”
Ciara looks back at the camera.
“Ah, but you won’t will you? But outside of the cultists, no one seems to have the drive to actually achieve anything in this division, do you? Just sit in the kiddie side of the pool and be happy to be included, hm? That’s fine. That’s where the BFC comes in.”
Ciara motions to herself.
“Even if Crystal is entering first, one of the BFC is going to walk out with that belt. While the cults are out there on a convert or kill extravaganza we will be taking home that belt. One of us will have it and the rest of you better just accept that. You can’t achieve anything of value or you would have by now.”
Ciara laughs.
“So let’s save all of you some time and blood, shall we? Just stay out of our way and eliminate yourselves and clear the way for your betters. Because that’s what we are. Your betters.”
Ciara winked.
“And if you disagree?”
Ciara brushed her hair out of her face.
“Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough.”
“You’re up late.” Ciara looked up from her spot on the couch to see Charity standing in the living room.
“Same could be said about you.” Ciara set her book aside. “Want some tea?”
“Love it.” Charity followed her into the kitchen—their -- kitchen. Ciara brushed the thought aside as she filled the kettle with some water and tapped the level to heat up the water as she looked across the kitchen at Charity.
“So…”
“Hm?”
“Why can’t you sleep?”
Ciara shrugged, “Good book. You?”
Charity glanced away, crossing her arms leaning against the counter.
“Ah.”
“Don’t say it.”
“What? You think I’m suddenly going to be a cunt about it?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re not a burden or a bad person.” Ciara took two mugs out of the cupboard and set them on the counter. “Darjeeling again?
“I killed a person, Ciara. How is that not bad?”
Ciara took the tea bag and started scooping it into the strainer. “It was a fetus. Barely alive.”
“It was a human life.”
Ciara set the strainer in the teapot and grabbed the kettle and poured the water in. “Fetus. Bundle of cells. Nothing.”
“Just because you’re a sociopath with no empathy doesn’t mean we all are!”Charity asserted, the sound echoing in the small room.
Ciara took a deep breath before turning to Charity. “It’s low empathy for one. Would think you would recall that little detail from college.”
Charity was quiet a moment. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Likely not.” Ciara turned smiling at her. “Am making you tea after all.”
“Yeah. Though you’d be suspect number one, wouldn’t you?”
“Clearly.”
Charity sighed. “I just keep thinking about it.”
“You’re mean not evil. There is a difference. Sugar still?”
“…It’s funny they think you’re the one whose having moral questions.”
“Who does?”
“Kate. On the show. I saw how she talked to you.”
“Mm.” Ciara nodded once.
“I mean she was practically flirting with you trying to convince you to leave.”
“That’s one way to take that conversation.” Ciara dropped two spoonful’s of sugar into one mug. “We are not going to talk about this, Charity. Have some tea and go back to bed.”
“I’m serious, she’s cheated on her husband with girls before.”
Ciara set the spoon down on the counter. “We’re not talking about this. You want to have a fight so you can feel justified in your self-loathing. I’m not taking the bait.”
“Right. Because we can’t talk about that. You always deflect.”
“Stop pushing.”
“She’s sort of your type, isn’t she? Straight seeming with a boyfriend on the side…”
Ciara turned and marched across the kitchen planting both hands on the counter on either side of Charity. “Stop Pushing Me.”
Charity’s eyes dilated and her face got a little red.
“We’re clear?”
“Used the voice.”
“Shite.” Ciara turned back to the tea serving it and setting the cup close to Charity but not crossing into her space. “Sorry.”
“Wow. Haven’t heard that in an age.” Charity was breathing a little deep. “It’s unfair to use that to win an argument.”
“Mmm, sorry. Honestly it’s mostly a bedroom thing now anyways.” Ciara smirked behind her own mug. “I shouldn’t have pulled it on you. That breaks the rules of not crossing the friend/ex-girlfriend line.”
Charity takes a sip of her tea considering. “So when people say… Dom voice it’s that?”
“For some girls.”
“So you’re a…”
“Sometimes.”
“I didn’t see any of that kind of thing when we unpacked your stuff.”
“I’m not that kind.”
Charity set her empty cup on the counter. “Sorry, how then?”
“Are we really having this conversation?”
“I’m just…” Charity licked her bottom lip.
“Frustrated?”
Charity went a little red. “That’s not fair.”
Ciara poured herself another cup of tea. “Should I go for a walk so you can handle the situation by yourself?”
“First of all, rude.” Charity walked over with her mug and set it angrily on the counter. “Second it’s not funny. Stop smiling like that.”
“It’s a little funny.” Ciara picked up the teapot and started refilling Charity’s mug.
“Oh yeah?” Charity turned and nuzzled Ciara’s neck as she brushed her fingers down Ciara’s back, causing Ciara’s entire body the shiver, almost dropping the teapot. “Still funny?”
“Don’t start something you’re not going to finish.”
“Who said I wouldn’t?”
“It’s about time I got booked again. I haven’t had a match since humiliating Fiona and it’s a goddamned tragedy. A travesty. An actual crime! Oh no but I betrayed the little white rabbit, let’s not book her. It’s bias! Terrible bias.”
Ciara shakes her head.
“Bloody Assizes and Last Rites though. For a chance to be on a pay per view it’s not a bad way. Weapons and the chance to display why the BFC is the best in this division? I’ll take it. The naming though...”
Ciara sighs.
“And management wonders why the place is practically infected with edgy doom cults.”
Ciara looks down at her nails.
“So let’s be honest here, ya? This division has long been run by the freaks and the goths. The cultists have been running rampant for ages. This new belt? This is a chance to rise above that. You would hope one of you useless idiots would be excited for the chance to go down in history as one of the first to hold this silly little title, wouldn’t you?”
Ciara looks back at the camera.
“Ah, but you won’t will you? But outside of the cultists, no one seems to have the drive to actually achieve anything in this division, do you? Just sit in the kiddie side of the pool and be happy to be included, hm? That’s fine. That’s where the BFC comes in.”
Ciara motions to herself.
“Even if Crystal is entering first, one of the BFC is going to walk out with that belt. While the cults are out there on a convert or kill extravaganza we will be taking home that belt. One of us will have it and the rest of you better just accept that. You can’t achieve anything of value or you would have by now.”
Ciara laughs.
“So let’s save all of you some time and blood, shall we? Just stay out of our way and eliminate yourselves and clear the way for your betters. Because that’s what we are. Your betters.”
Ciara winked.
“And if you disagree?”
Ciara brushed her hair out of her face.
“Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough.”
“You’re up late.” Ciara looked up from her spot on the couch to see Charity standing in the living room.
“Same could be said about you.” Ciara set her book aside. “Want some tea?”
“Love it.” Charity followed her into the kitchen—their -- kitchen. Ciara brushed the thought aside as she filled the kettle with some water and tapped the level to heat up the water as she looked across the kitchen at Charity.
“So…”
“Hm?”
“Why can’t you sleep?”
Ciara shrugged, “Good book. You?”
Charity glanced away, crossing her arms leaning against the counter.
“Ah.”
“Don’t say it.”
“What? You think I’m suddenly going to be a cunt about it?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re not a burden or a bad person.” Ciara took two mugs out of the cupboard and set them on the counter. “Darjeeling again?
“I killed a person, Ciara. How is that not bad?”
Ciara took the tea bag and started scooping it into the strainer. “It was a fetus. Barely alive.”
“It was a human life.”
Ciara set the strainer in the teapot and grabbed the kettle and poured the water in. “Fetus. Bundle of cells. Nothing.”
“Just because you’re a sociopath with no empathy doesn’t mean we all are!”Charity asserted, the sound echoing in the small room.
Ciara took a deep breath before turning to Charity. “It’s low empathy for one. Would think you would recall that little detail from college.”
Charity was quiet a moment. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Likely not.” Ciara turned smiling at her. “Am making you tea after all.”
“Yeah. Though you’d be suspect number one, wouldn’t you?”
“Clearly.”
Charity sighed. “I just keep thinking about it.”
“You’re mean not evil. There is a difference. Sugar still?”
“…It’s funny they think you’re the one whose having moral questions.”
“Who does?”
“Kate. On the show. I saw how she talked to you.”
“Mm.” Ciara nodded once.
“I mean she was practically flirting with you trying to convince you to leave.”
“That’s one way to take that conversation.” Ciara dropped two spoonful’s of sugar into one mug. “We are not going to talk about this, Charity. Have some tea and go back to bed.”
“I’m serious, she’s cheated on her husband with girls before.”
Ciara set the spoon down on the counter. “We’re not talking about this. You want to have a fight so you can feel justified in your self-loathing. I’m not taking the bait.”
“Right. Because we can’t talk about that. You always deflect.”
“Stop pushing.”
“She’s sort of your type, isn’t she? Straight seeming with a boyfriend on the side…”
Ciara turned and marched across the kitchen planting both hands on the counter on either side of Charity. “Stop Pushing Me.”
Charity’s eyes dilated and her face got a little red.
“We’re clear?”
“Used the voice.”
“Shite.” Ciara turned back to the tea serving it and setting the cup close to Charity but not crossing into her space. “Sorry.”
“Wow. Haven’t heard that in an age.” Charity was breathing a little deep. “It’s unfair to use that to win an argument.”
“Mmm, sorry. Honestly it’s mostly a bedroom thing now anyways.” Ciara smirked behind her own mug. “I shouldn’t have pulled it on you. That breaks the rules of not crossing the friend/ex-girlfriend line.”
Charity takes a sip of her tea considering. “So when people say… Dom voice it’s that?”
“For some girls.”
“So you’re a…”
“Sometimes.”
“I didn’t see any of that kind of thing when we unpacked your stuff.”
“I’m not that kind.”
Charity set her empty cup on the counter. “Sorry, how then?”
“Are we really having this conversation?”
“I’m just…” Charity licked her bottom lip.
“Frustrated?”
Charity went a little red. “That’s not fair.”
Ciara poured herself another cup of tea. “Should I go for a walk so you can handle the situation by yourself?”
“First of all, rude.” Charity walked over with her mug and set it angrily on the counter. “Second it’s not funny. Stop smiling like that.”
“It’s a little funny.” Ciara picked up the teapot and started refilling Charity’s mug.
“Oh yeah?” Charity turned and nuzzled Ciara’s neck as she brushed her fingers down Ciara’s back, causing Ciara’s entire body the shiver, almost dropping the teapot. “Still funny?”
“Don’t start something you’re not going to finish.”
“Who said I wouldn’t?”
Well howdy there pardner.