Post by "Kronus" on Jan 24, 2015 10:57:50 GMT
"Bailey?" Alastair walks into the hotel room he and Bailey have been sharing all week, a big bag of warm breakfast foods in one hand and a couple of starbucks in the other, as he kicks the door shut with his heel, his eyes fall on her... Curled up to the very edge of the small hotel room couch, clutching a couch cushion to her chest, she buries her face in it between sobs.
"Oh, hey Al.." she half whispers, in the moments of her apparent grief she forgets her tone slightly, a deeper edge seeping through. Alastair abandons his wares on a near-by end table and slides onto the couch beside Bailey, almost instinctively he reaches out and she drops the cushion, curling into his side instead. Her perfectly manicured hands curl around his shirt as she presses her face into his side, tears staining his shirt.
"Bay.. what's wrong?" she sucks in a shaky breath and pulls a letter out from beside her, where she had crammed it down the back of the couch like a shameful thing that needed hiding. Alastair takes the letter from her, the envelope is one of those cutesy ones you get in writing sets and the address is hand-written in perfect cursive, noting the postal stamp and address on it he questions "You got this before we went on the road?" she nods against his side and mutters "Only remembered... It today... Found it... In my gym bag..."
He strokes her hair softly, allowing her to dissolve back into quiet tears and then slides the paper from the envelope. The paper inside is the same cutesy bullshit as the envelope itself and Alastair can tell before reading it that the letter has come from Bailey's aunt, the woman who raised her from a very young age "Are you... Sure you want me to read it Bay?" Alastair looks softly down at her as she nods against his side, heaving sobs escaping her as she tries to verbalise her emotions. "Shhh.." he strokes her hair again, unfolding the letter, his brows furrow as he begins to read.
Very slowly, at an almost inhuman speed, Alastair's hand closes around the letter until he has balled up a fist, he squeezes tighter and tighter until, when he opens his hand, the piece of paper is now a tiny white ball of trash. Bailey glances up and stares at the ball of paper, her eyebrows knit together and she huffs out a breath, steadying herself "Al..." but he shakes his head, dropping the note to the floor he turns to her, placing a hand either side of her face.
"Fuck her." Bailey's eyebrows shoot to the sky but still Alastair shakes his head "No Bay, fuck her - fuck her and her entire hell and brimstone community. God creates people in his image, with love and care." his thumb strokes her cheek as a small smile pulls at his lips "God didn't make a mistake... And nothing about you is unnatural or perverted... You're perfect Bay..." the smile spreads to tug at the sides of her mouth too "And if she can't see that... then FUCK. HER."
Colton stared down at the smoothed out wrinkled piece of paper for a long time, Alastair hung in the background, wringing his hands, his nervous energy practically exploding from his form, Colton's eyebrows knit together and relax repeatedly as he re-reads the letter for the umpteenth time, before looking over his shoulder at his brother.
"This is a joke... Right?" Alastair shakes his head, the area around his lips turning white from the pressure of him pressing them together tightly. "Is... Is Bailey ok?" Alastair scoffs, seemingly irritated with the question "No, she isn't ok... Would YOU be ok Colt?!" Colton nods in an understanding fashion "Ok Al, that was a stupid question, I'm sorry..." Alastair shakes his head again, beginning to pace a small square around and around.
"I need you to look after her for the next couple of days..." Colton looks up at his baby brother suspiciously "Look after her?" Alastair nods, widening his pacing square "Yeah, I'm going to be out of town for a couple of days... I need you to make sure she's alright..." Alastair stops pacing and looks at his brother, his face devoid of all expression "Ok Al.." Colton starts "Bailey can stay here with us over the next couple of days but-"
"But WHAT?" Alastair interrupts, his voice spilling into a yell like a small explosion. "But don't do anything stupid." Bailey says quietly, now standing off to the side behind the brothers, Alastair turns and looks at her, a small tight smile touching his lips "Nothing stupid... I promise..." Bailey half nods, not really believing him as Alastair turns back to Colton "Thanks Colt, I'll be back in a couple of days, well in time for our match..." Colton goes to say something but Alastair talks over him "Those sonnofabitches aren't getting off that easy." Alastair's lips curve into a comfortable smirk as he turns and quickly kisses Bailey goodbye, before walking out of the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
Bailey smiles stiffly at Colton "I can take care of myself.. I'll keep out of the way.." Colton steps forward and he kind of shuffles from foot to foot, in an awkward fashion, before giving Bailey a quick side hug "We take care of family Bay... you're family." He then ducks his head, walking out of the kitchen, leaving a smiling Bailey standing there, a little shocked.
"Oh, hey Al.." she half whispers, in the moments of her apparent grief she forgets her tone slightly, a deeper edge seeping through. Alastair abandons his wares on a near-by end table and slides onto the couch beside Bailey, almost instinctively he reaches out and she drops the cushion, curling into his side instead. Her perfectly manicured hands curl around his shirt as she presses her face into his side, tears staining his shirt.
"Bay.. what's wrong?" she sucks in a shaky breath and pulls a letter out from beside her, where she had crammed it down the back of the couch like a shameful thing that needed hiding. Alastair takes the letter from her, the envelope is one of those cutesy ones you get in writing sets and the address is hand-written in perfect cursive, noting the postal stamp and address on it he questions "You got this before we went on the road?" she nods against his side and mutters "Only remembered... It today... Found it... In my gym bag..."
He strokes her hair softly, allowing her to dissolve back into quiet tears and then slides the paper from the envelope. The paper inside is the same cutesy bullshit as the envelope itself and Alastair can tell before reading it that the letter has come from Bailey's aunt, the woman who raised her from a very young age "Are you... Sure you want me to read it Bay?" Alastair looks softly down at her as she nods against his side, heaving sobs escaping her as she tries to verbalise her emotions. "Shhh.." he strokes her hair again, unfolding the letter, his brows furrow as he begins to read.
: Bradley,
It has been raised by several members of our church that you are currently living and working as a woman. Over the many years you were in my care, we discussed this at length and I am telling you now, as I told you then, no family of mine will present themselves as an affront to the lord in such a way.
You will return home immediately to atone for the shame and embarrassment you have brought upon your family and to pray for your immortal soul. You are a shameful child and I am unsure I can call you of my own blood any longer. You will NOT continue this disgusting display of un-naturalness.
As for your man friend, I hope that he finds his way before his soul too burns in the fiery pits of damnation for the things you two have done together, NEVER did I imagine the well mannered child I raised would become such a disgusting perversion of human life.
May god have mercy on your soul.
Auntie Mae. :
Very slowly, at an almost inhuman speed, Alastair's hand closes around the letter until he has balled up a fist, he squeezes tighter and tighter until, when he opens his hand, the piece of paper is now a tiny white ball of trash. Bailey glances up and stares at the ball of paper, her eyebrows knit together and she huffs out a breath, steadying herself "Al..." but he shakes his head, dropping the note to the floor he turns to her, placing a hand either side of her face.
"Fuck her." Bailey's eyebrows shoot to the sky but still Alastair shakes his head "No Bay, fuck her - fuck her and her entire hell and brimstone community. God creates people in his image, with love and care." his thumb strokes her cheek as a small smile pulls at his lips "God didn't make a mistake... And nothing about you is unnatural or perverted... You're perfect Bay..." the smile spreads to tug at the sides of her mouth too "And if she can't see that... then FUCK. HER."
"Hows that head Plague?
Sore - I'm real sorry about that... Guess I just got caught up in the heat of the moment, after all - getting whipped and all worked up with no one to expend that energy on, it left me a little... antsy.
Guess you should be glad all I did was nail you with a chair... I could have just nailed you.
That's what you fear right? You and that slack-jawed yokel of a master you look to as some kind of God. What does he call us, Pagans? I don't doubt that's real offensive back in whatever cesspool he dragged his tired old Grizzly ass out ofm but me? I'm a little more tolerant than most and hell, if it makes you all feel big and brave to believe you're doing the Lord's work, you go ahead.
You're a freakin' moron... But go ahead and believe it.
The thing I have noticed about you guys... Plague, Fury and the rest of your rag tag band of misfits, is that you get off on judging people. You judge your opponents before you even step foot into the ring with them and, like most bigoted fuck-wits, you are proved to be wrong pretty quickly when the person you judged shows to be more than stats on a sheet.
After all, isn't that what happened the last time we stepped into a ring together? The way I see it, we don't have anything to prove here, whether we are fighting you, or fighting someone else with you fools as obstacles, we never fail to turn up. We are yet to fail as a team... For all the shit-talking you and big daddy Jebby does...
You're still the losers in this scenario kiddos.
It's cute though, really... Like two little toddlers setting off on some ill-advised adventure you two are jumping up and down for the camera talking about things you could not possibly understand. Oh yes, I am the younger brother... I am kind-hearted and 'soft' ... I am the weaker one because where my Brother stands tall and silent, I am a mouth piece..
Yeah, we all get the joke... lets move on.
I am the one who will sit here and call you out on your shit - and not because my head has inflated, not because we ARE undefeated and you can call fluke all you like, but the fact remains you have lost, you HAVE to prove yourselves.. No, I sit here and call you on your shit because it's fun... Because it gets under your skin.
Because everytime I talk about Jeb marching down that ramp in a little leather vest with his whip just for me... Mmm Mmm... It pisses you off, it riles you up - and do you know what blind anger does boys? It makes you sloppy, it causes you to make mistakes. Mistakes like thinking you can beat us because there's four of you and two of us.
Honeys, I have taken on more than four... You don't scare me."
Colton stared down at the smoothed out wrinkled piece of paper for a long time, Alastair hung in the background, wringing his hands, his nervous energy practically exploding from his form, Colton's eyebrows knit together and relax repeatedly as he re-reads the letter for the umpteenth time, before looking over his shoulder at his brother.
"This is a joke... Right?" Alastair shakes his head, the area around his lips turning white from the pressure of him pressing them together tightly. "Is... Is Bailey ok?" Alastair scoffs, seemingly irritated with the question "No, she isn't ok... Would YOU be ok Colt?!" Colton nods in an understanding fashion "Ok Al, that was a stupid question, I'm sorry..." Alastair shakes his head again, beginning to pace a small square around and around.
"I need you to look after her for the next couple of days..." Colton looks up at his baby brother suspiciously "Look after her?" Alastair nods, widening his pacing square "Yeah, I'm going to be out of town for a couple of days... I need you to make sure she's alright..." Alastair stops pacing and looks at his brother, his face devoid of all expression "Ok Al.." Colton starts "Bailey can stay here with us over the next couple of days but-"
"But WHAT?" Alastair interrupts, his voice spilling into a yell like a small explosion. "But don't do anything stupid." Bailey says quietly, now standing off to the side behind the brothers, Alastair turns and looks at her, a small tight smile touching his lips "Nothing stupid... I promise..." Bailey half nods, not really believing him as Alastair turns back to Colton "Thanks Colt, I'll be back in a couple of days, well in time for our match..." Colton goes to say something but Alastair talks over him "Those sonnofabitches aren't getting off that easy." Alastair's lips curve into a comfortable smirk as he turns and quickly kisses Bailey goodbye, before walking out of the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
Bailey smiles stiffly at Colton "I can take care of myself.. I'll keep out of the way.." Colton steps forward and he kind of shuffles from foot to foot, in an awkward fashion, before giving Bailey a quick side hug "We take care of family Bay... you're family." He then ducks his head, walking out of the kitchen, leaving a smiling Bailey standing there, a little shocked.
"Tell me again how big brother is the brawn and the brains behind this team.
Please, Fury - make some half witted comment about my own naivety or stupidity or whatever it is you think will make a dent. I am all ears for you sweetheart... I already had a pound of your teammates flesh, so i'm coming for yours next. And whilst i'll admit, I made a little faux pas in not shouting 'surprise' for Plague first but, this time, Fury...
You WILL see me coming.
Last week, we faced two men my brother and I respected, two men who are an asset to the tag division and to whom we would have lost gracefully - we didn't, of course, because despite all the arguments to the contrary, Colton and I prove time and time again, that there is NO bond stronger than that of brothers.
But you two, well without a brain cell to run together you seem to have interpreted that bond as a reliance, for some unknown reason, you have decided that my brother and I, understanding one another and working together as a single unit means that I cannot exist without him - that I am somehow lesser and incomplete, when alone.
So, Plague tell me, how does it feel to have a lesser man kick the crap out of you? And please, don't insult the good folks at home by talking about how UNFAIR it was for me to jump you, since you all proudly repeat how there are FOUR of you, who have jumped me - and Titan - more than once.. So, if I really am a lesser man, if I am weak and pathetic in comparison to my brother, what does that make the man who fell at MY hand?
Nothing...
Less than nothing?
Barely a speck on the entire IWF roster... But boys, continue to throw haphazard heavy handed insults my way... The good lord knows that you cannot prove yourselves in the ring when it comes to our Olympus standard wrestling. Heaven help the fools who look upon your little group and see anything but the failures you are destined to be.
I almost feel sorry for you both, because when you lose again - what will daddy do? I have a feeling something worse than a spanking will be in order for his walking, talking disappointments. So try not to waste all your energy crying into each others panties when you lose at Metamorphosis, chances are - you're gonna need that energy to run like the little bitches you really are."
Well howdy there pardner.