Post by Fiona McFly on Jan 21, 2019 4:06:07 GMT
Chapter II
“RIGHT OR WRONG, WRONG OR RIGHT”
Inside a small garage with a sign that read “TOMMY’S AUTO REPAIR - Est. February 15, 1994,” located on the outskirts of Fredericksburg, and with Nirvana playing in the background, Fiona stood there, reading the letter--addressed to her wrestling colleague, James Gilmore--she had written as her half-brother Luke Kimble looked on. He showed a great sense of sadness on his face, knowing full-well that this wasn’t the mission he wanted her to undertake.
LUKE KIMBLE:
Are you sure you want to do this…?! You’re a part of something bigger than you realise, the Imperial family...and I don’t want you to let it slip away.
Fiona sighed as she gazed upon a photograph she took some time ago…
DESTINATION:
CURRENT: 3 January 1994 + 0447 GMT + Fredericksburg, TX, USA
PREVIOUS: 4 January 2019 + 0447 GMT Fredericksburg, TX, USA
...before placing it gently into the envelope with the letter.
FIONA:
I have no professional family...the one I’ve poured me life into for four years is gone. It’s time…to start a new chapter.
Luke shook his head, watching as Fiona sealed the letter in an envelope before placing it in a small basket that read “Outgoing Mail.”
FIONA:
I just hope James understands…
Fiona’s voice trailed off as she bowed her head, the mysterious voice in her mind beckoned her to reconsider her decision.
“No Fiona! I know it's your decision, but you do not belong in this timeline...”
As Fiona took a sip from a can of Coke, the song “Smells Like Teen Spirit” reached its conclusion. She tugged on the front of her shirt before retiring to a small apartment on the building’s second floor, Luke solemn and expressionless over the notion of his half-sister making the choice she had made.
The only question?
Was it the right choice?!
“With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
A denial!
A denial!
A denial!
A denial…”
We pan slowly up towards the northern wall, where we see a calendar that reads “OCTOBER 1994” written in bold, black lettering.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
“RIGHT OR WRONG, WRONG OR RIGHT”
Inside a small garage with a sign that read “TOMMY’S AUTO REPAIR - Est. February 15, 1994,” located on the outskirts of Fredericksburg, and with Nirvana playing in the background, Fiona stood there, reading the letter--addressed to her wrestling colleague, James Gilmore--she had written as her half-brother Luke Kimble looked on. He showed a great sense of sadness on his face, knowing full-well that this wasn’t the mission he wanted her to undertake.
LUKE KIMBLE:
Are you sure you want to do this…?! You’re a part of something bigger than you realise, the Imperial family...and I don’t want you to let it slip away.
Fiona sighed as she gazed upon a photograph she took some time ago…
DESTINATION:
CURRENT: 3 January 1994 + 0447 GMT + Fredericksburg, TX, USA
PREVIOUS: 4 January 2019 + 0447 GMT Fredericksburg, TX, USA
...before placing it gently into the envelope with the letter.
FIONA:
I have no professional family...the one I’ve poured me life into for four years is gone. It’s time…to start a new chapter.
Luke shook his head, watching as Fiona sealed the letter in an envelope before placing it in a small basket that read “Outgoing Mail.”
FIONA:
I just hope James understands…
Fiona’s voice trailed off as she bowed her head, the mysterious voice in her mind beckoned her to reconsider her decision.
“No Fiona! I know it's your decision, but you do not belong in this timeline...”
As Fiona took a sip from a can of Coke, the song “Smells Like Teen Spirit” reached its conclusion. She tugged on the front of her shirt before retiring to a small apartment on the building’s second floor, Luke solemn and expressionless over the notion of his half-sister making the choice she had made.
The only question?
Was it the right choice?!
“With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
A denial!
A denial!
A denial!
A denial…”
We pan slowly up towards the northern wall, where we see a calendar that reads “OCTOBER 1994” written in bold, black lettering.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Well howdy there pardner.