Post by Abigail on Jan 5, 2021 13:53:28 GMT
Abigail had arrived at the arena for tonight’s show early. A couple hours before bell time, actually. She had always prided herself on punctuality and had a tremendous amount of respect for other people’s time. She never sought to waste it. Tonight, however as she walked through the doors of T-Mobile arena, her duffel back slung over one shoulder, it wasn’t a matter of simply being on time, it was a matter of searching for Eternity.
One of her brothers, Jebediah Spencer, followed behind her.
”Slow down Abby, we’ve got plenty of time. She’s probably not even here yet, ya know?,” Jeb said.
”Maybe, maybe not,” Abigail said, “But how often is she booked on Sacrifice? How often are we booked on the same show? Almost never.” Abigail shook her head, resolutely. “No, if I want to catch her without worrying about runnin’ into Rowan or some other bullshit at the same time, I have ta see her tonight. I have ta talk to her.”
”And say what exactly? ‘Hey Eternity, listen honey, I know you think ya know what you’re getttin’ inta, but ya really don’t.’ Yeah, flawless plan, I don’t see anythin’ possibly goin’ wrong with confrontin’ a dangerous, death obsessed nut about her choice in friends now she’s literally got a demon bitch on speed dial. Nope, no problems at all, I’m sure she’ll listen ta ya an’ totally drop the whole thing.”
”She’s not dangerous, an’ she’s not a nut,” Abigail insisted, brushing off her brother’s concerns swiftly, dripping with sarcasm as they were.
They continued to walk through the halls, checking out the various locker rooms, some private, some communal, separated entirely based on your star power in the company. Or at least that was the theory, still nowhere around her was a door marked “Eternity”. It felt wrong. So wrong. The biggest star in the company still treated like an outcast, an outsider, different from the rest. Shunned by her peers. Rejected by the community.
Abigail should have been surprised, but she wasn’t. Not even slightly.
It was human nature to fear what they couldn’t understand, and nobody else ever even tried to understand Eternity.
That was much too hard, required more effort than most people were willing to give, and much more time and patience than anybody else had to spare. Instead, it was far easier for them all to discard and ignore and satisfy themselves by labelling her “eccentric “ at best and “bat shit insane” at worst.
Abigail felt Eternity was neither, she was just misunderstood. Judged far too harshly by a cruel and shallow surface obsessed world. Abigail knew exactly what that felt like. Related to it, commiserated with it. She’d been there, far too often in her life, and still dealt with it in much of her daily life to this very day. Everyone had a picture to paint about who and what Abigail must be like as the baby sister of one of the biggest bastards in the industry who ever lived.
”I should have known it ain’t gonna be this easy,” Abigail sighed.
”Well yeah, Eternity don’t strike me as somebody you’d find in the obvious places ya might look for somebody else,” Jeb said. “Much less a locker room with the rest of the girls.”
”You’re right. Of course you’re right,” Abigail said with a sigh, running a hand through her hair in mild frustration, “Still, she must get ready for her matches somewhere, right?”
”Sure, assumin’ she’s even here yet, we’ve got ages before the show even starts,” Jeb said.
”Ya think we came too early?”
”A little bit, yeah.”
”I just figured she’d be easier ta catch before the show than after, she disappeared pretty quickly after Diamonds last month.”
Jeb leant against the closed door marked simply “Women’s Locker Room”, “Ya know ya could just leave the present with the one person we know is guaranteed ta see her tonight, Kate Steele. She’s probably in here already.” Jeb cast his eyes over his shoulder briefly.
”Oh please, Kate can barely be trusted ta handle her own business, ya think I’d trust her with mine?”
”Ya could always interrupt her match,” Jeb teased, “Ya know if you’re that desperate ta see her.”
”What do ya think this is? Some tacky storyline? This is my real fuckin’ life,” Abigail said, firmly. “Besides, I respect her too much as a fellow athlete ta interfere when she’s out there workin’.”
”So campin’ at the gorilla position just behind the curtain, just before her match starts or just before it ends ain’t an option then either, I take it?” Jeb teased with a smirk.
”That feels a little too creepy,” Abigail said. “I just wanna talk to her, not come off like a stalker or nothin’.”
”Pretty sure, she don’t take no issue with creepy.”
”Maybe, maybe not. Still it don’t feel right, ya know? I want the moment ta feel right, I want everythin’ ta be -“
“Perfect?” Jeb interjected with a smug grin.
”Ain’t no such thing, I was gonna say, ‘just right’.”
”Ain’t no such thing as that either, Abby. Not with somebody like her, we both know that.”
”Maybe, maybe not.”
”Ya know this might not go like ya want it ta go right?” Jeb observed as the siblings started to walk away from the locker room area. “This whole thing could blow up in your face, even if ya do find her, even if you do talk to her.”
“It won’t,” Abigail insisted, “But even if it does, I have ta try.”
”How can ya be so sure?”
”Just a feelin’, can’t really explain it. Have ya ever felt so sure of somethin’ in life that ya almost feel like ya have no choice in life but ta try an’ go for it anyway, even though ya know the chances of it workin’ out are pretty much zero?”
”Yeah, but ya told me not ta pursue my crush on Warren,” Jeb teased.
”I’m serious, besides ya know I only said that ‘cause of Dean. If Warren was single for sure, I’d have no problem, personally.”
”Only ribbin’ ya sis, I actually ain’t got no clue what that’s like. I’ve never been sure of anythin’ ta that degree.”
Their short walk from the locker rooms ended at catering, where Jeb looked over the menu.
”Maybe you’ll have better luck after the show, in the meanwhile how about we practice your acceptance speech again, Miss Diamond of the Year?”
”Good idea, I could use the distraction,” Abigail said, joining her brother to look over what was being served today. Roberto almost always ensured his talent were well catered for.
One of her brothers, Jebediah Spencer, followed behind her.
”Slow down Abby, we’ve got plenty of time. She’s probably not even here yet, ya know?,” Jeb said.
”Maybe, maybe not,” Abigail said, “But how often is she booked on Sacrifice? How often are we booked on the same show? Almost never.” Abigail shook her head, resolutely. “No, if I want to catch her without worrying about runnin’ into Rowan or some other bullshit at the same time, I have ta see her tonight. I have ta talk to her.”
”And say what exactly? ‘Hey Eternity, listen honey, I know you think ya know what you’re getttin’ inta, but ya really don’t.’ Yeah, flawless plan, I don’t see anythin’ possibly goin’ wrong with confrontin’ a dangerous, death obsessed nut about her choice in friends now she’s literally got a demon bitch on speed dial. Nope, no problems at all, I’m sure she’ll listen ta ya an’ totally drop the whole thing.”
”She’s not dangerous, an’ she’s not a nut,” Abigail insisted, brushing off her brother’s concerns swiftly, dripping with sarcasm as they were.
They continued to walk through the halls, checking out the various locker rooms, some private, some communal, separated entirely based on your star power in the company. Or at least that was the theory, still nowhere around her was a door marked “Eternity”. It felt wrong. So wrong. The biggest star in the company still treated like an outcast, an outsider, different from the rest. Shunned by her peers. Rejected by the community.
Abigail should have been surprised, but she wasn’t. Not even slightly.
It was human nature to fear what they couldn’t understand, and nobody else ever even tried to understand Eternity.
That was much too hard, required more effort than most people were willing to give, and much more time and patience than anybody else had to spare. Instead, it was far easier for them all to discard and ignore and satisfy themselves by labelling her “eccentric “ at best and “bat shit insane” at worst.
Abigail felt Eternity was neither, she was just misunderstood. Judged far too harshly by a cruel and shallow surface obsessed world. Abigail knew exactly what that felt like. Related to it, commiserated with it. She’d been there, far too often in her life, and still dealt with it in much of her daily life to this very day. Everyone had a picture to paint about who and what Abigail must be like as the baby sister of one of the biggest bastards in the industry who ever lived.
”I should have known it ain’t gonna be this easy,” Abigail sighed.
”Well yeah, Eternity don’t strike me as somebody you’d find in the obvious places ya might look for somebody else,” Jeb said. “Much less a locker room with the rest of the girls.”
”You’re right. Of course you’re right,” Abigail said with a sigh, running a hand through her hair in mild frustration, “Still, she must get ready for her matches somewhere, right?”
”Sure, assumin’ she’s even here yet, we’ve got ages before the show even starts,” Jeb said.
”Ya think we came too early?”
”A little bit, yeah.”
”I just figured she’d be easier ta catch before the show than after, she disappeared pretty quickly after Diamonds last month.”
Jeb leant against the closed door marked simply “Women’s Locker Room”, “Ya know ya could just leave the present with the one person we know is guaranteed ta see her tonight, Kate Steele. She’s probably in here already.” Jeb cast his eyes over his shoulder briefly.
”Oh please, Kate can barely be trusted ta handle her own business, ya think I’d trust her with mine?”
”Ya could always interrupt her match,” Jeb teased, “Ya know if you’re that desperate ta see her.”
”What do ya think this is? Some tacky storyline? This is my real fuckin’ life,” Abigail said, firmly. “Besides, I respect her too much as a fellow athlete ta interfere when she’s out there workin’.”
”So campin’ at the gorilla position just behind the curtain, just before her match starts or just before it ends ain’t an option then either, I take it?” Jeb teased with a smirk.
”That feels a little too creepy,” Abigail said. “I just wanna talk to her, not come off like a stalker or nothin’.”
”Pretty sure, she don’t take no issue with creepy.”
”Maybe, maybe not. Still it don’t feel right, ya know? I want the moment ta feel right, I want everythin’ ta be -“
“Perfect?” Jeb interjected with a smug grin.
”Ain’t no such thing, I was gonna say, ‘just right’.”
”Ain’t no such thing as that either, Abby. Not with somebody like her, we both know that.”
”Maybe, maybe not.”
”Ya know this might not go like ya want it ta go right?” Jeb observed as the siblings started to walk away from the locker room area. “This whole thing could blow up in your face, even if ya do find her, even if you do talk to her.”
“It won’t,” Abigail insisted, “But even if it does, I have ta try.”
”How can ya be so sure?”
”Just a feelin’, can’t really explain it. Have ya ever felt so sure of somethin’ in life that ya almost feel like ya have no choice in life but ta try an’ go for it anyway, even though ya know the chances of it workin’ out are pretty much zero?”
”Yeah, but ya told me not ta pursue my crush on Warren,” Jeb teased.
”I’m serious, besides ya know I only said that ‘cause of Dean. If Warren was single for sure, I’d have no problem, personally.”
”Only ribbin’ ya sis, I actually ain’t got no clue what that’s like. I’ve never been sure of anythin’ ta that degree.”
Their short walk from the locker rooms ended at catering, where Jeb looked over the menu.
”Maybe you’ll have better luck after the show, in the meanwhile how about we practice your acceptance speech again, Miss Diamond of the Year?”
”Good idea, I could use the distraction,” Abigail said, joining her brother to look over what was being served today. Roberto almost always ensured his talent were well catered for.
Well howdy there pardner.