Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2016 16:48:31 GMT
A hop skip and a jump, and Sacrifice is winging away, it's hard to pretend she didn't find Eva's "Notice" a little patheic, but it's there now onto the here and now, no living in the past.
What angered her more was the position she was in, which felt like complete and utter bullshit.
But what to do?
What to do.
Fade In to the eponymous Big Ben Tower, well Westminster really and Pan is dressed in a 'Union Jack' Version of her standard ring attire in the Rain, umbrella up as she looks half amused as the Westminster bridge gets a good old soaking.
"This? This Is Cliche"
She lifted a finger as if ready to click, and then as she does so, the days lights seem to go out and Pan is stood under the neon of Soho, her attire having changed to a reflective shirt and skirt combo, it's still raining though, but Pan is folding the umbrella away to lift her arms and welcome the British weather onto her skin, silly girl.
"When people talk about London it's all about the capital, Your big Ben, your Queen, your tea an' crumpets, and well Nobody ever mentions the Awesome music scene you guys have got going on, So focused are we on that petty BS we over look Freddie Goddamn Mercury! The Man of magnificent Moustache! Queen! Man! some of -the - best rock and roll out there and it was all -here- in this city.. God I can feel it's pulse. It’s so...Alive!"
She seems to shake herself out of her reverie as one of the Screens changes to flash up a picture of Crystal Miller and herself, the Promotion drive for the show already well under way and the fleeting look of regret on her face is evident as he looks towards the camera and frowns just a touch , none of her energy has dissipated but the reminder of the choice ahead is not a fun one.
"I've read the Stipulations to this match, and I find myself a little, erred, I mean where's the fair in somebody losing points and me not gettin' any? Granted I'm new here, this whole Heiress thing is new to me but it feels kind of stupid and arbitrary and -way- favoring the scales as they are but that's just how I see it right now, I'll admit if 'm mistaken But my Gut sees this as a Hobsons choice. And I hate that sorta stuff, but competition is competition right?"
Pan tapped her lips a bit as she considered her options what she’d say, eyes searching the night life about her as if looking for some sort of inspiration and then she seems to find it on the wind and said firmly.
“But I’d be doin’ a Disservice to Miller if I brought anythin’ less than 10 by 10, So Miller you bring you and your crew, I bring me and my jam, Set the lights hear the roar and my the best lady win right? ‘cause I want one of them shines I wanna prove I can hang with the girls hell I’ll even hang with one of the boys if needs be , I wanna climb the heights and see the sights!
Don’t we all? And after –last- week? Damn Sweetie I wanna wreck some Garcia fools!”
She seems to back up a little and steadies herself with a long, slow breath still getting rained on , hair starting to wilt hell even her make up is starting to turn, But Pandora doesn’t seem to care, or mind as she’s exposed for all the world to see.
“The Way I see It, Miller You’re established and proven me? I’m just startin’ my walk, heck I’m not even involved in that bracket from what I see, But I made the mistake of flappin’ my yapper on the internet because I call it how I see it mostly And well apparently I broke some unwritten rule about callin’ out BS when you see it.”
She shrugs.
“If it ends in a beatin’ it ends in a beatin’ I won it, I’m not gonna back down because somebody thinks I haven’t ‘earned’ the right o call out obvious disrespect to the rest of us who’ve decided to come out here and work blood, sweat and tears to prove to be the best, not lay down and expose yourself for the silly little shits you are, is that what this stuff is? Ass kissing and picking on the new blood? ’cause this isn’t high school, last I checked.”
Pan now slides under an awning to shake herself off and smirk , the light dancing off her just enough to hide all the gruesome details of getting that wet, that quickly. She’s smudged and running eyes looking into the camera with a wild grin.
“I won’t stop Crystal I can’t, Not now. One loss could upset the whole equilibrium for either of us, You want the best? I will give you every goddamn inch of me and I hope you’ll do the same honey, I hope we go out there and show that crowd what –world class- looks like I hope that come that PPV we make an example to everyone as to what it is we can bring because I’m gonna come at you like you’re wearing a belt, And I want it, let’s see who wants it more.”
As the camera lights die and Pan grabs a towel , she sighs and pulls out her phone, looking at the feed that she’d weighed in on, the doubts had already set in, of course they had, did she actually deserve to be here? No, stop that , Never think that. You Belong You –are- Fuck them, what do they know?
Only everything more than you.
Pan pulled out the phone and bit her lip as she shrugged a jacket on, starting to shiver against the cold that mounted on her skin, she’d dive inside to get changed quickly, shoes cut off even as her thumb traces a pattern to summon a phone call.
She lifted the earpiece up, and then as she caught herself in the mirror she frowns and hangs up before the phone call is answered, tossing the phone away to lean against the mirror .
“The fuck are you doing Pan? It’s gotta be, what? 4 pm over there? She’ll still be at work, stupid ..stupid.”
She breathes and straightens herself out looking at the drowned rat that is herself with a little giggle, eyes closing as he moves to her phone and presses a few buttons.
“Time for a little acoustic therapy instead.”
Pan moved towards the shower even as the music started to play, even whilst a girl thousands of miles away looks at a missed call form her best friend and wonders why.
Eh Pan would be ok, she’s tough.
She can take it.
What angered her more was the position she was in, which felt like complete and utter bullshit.
But what to do?
What to do.
Fade In to the eponymous Big Ben Tower, well Westminster really and Pan is dressed in a 'Union Jack' Version of her standard ring attire in the Rain, umbrella up as she looks half amused as the Westminster bridge gets a good old soaking.
"This? This Is Cliche"
She lifted a finger as if ready to click, and then as she does so, the days lights seem to go out and Pan is stood under the neon of Soho, her attire having changed to a reflective shirt and skirt combo, it's still raining though, but Pan is folding the umbrella away to lift her arms and welcome the British weather onto her skin, silly girl.
"When people talk about London it's all about the capital, Your big Ben, your Queen, your tea an' crumpets, and well Nobody ever mentions the Awesome music scene you guys have got going on, So focused are we on that petty BS we over look Freddie Goddamn Mercury! The Man of magnificent Moustache! Queen! Man! some of -the - best rock and roll out there and it was all -here- in this city.. God I can feel it's pulse. It’s so...Alive!"
She seems to shake herself out of her reverie as one of the Screens changes to flash up a picture of Crystal Miller and herself, the Promotion drive for the show already well under way and the fleeting look of regret on her face is evident as he looks towards the camera and frowns just a touch , none of her energy has dissipated but the reminder of the choice ahead is not a fun one.
"I've read the Stipulations to this match, and I find myself a little, erred, I mean where's the fair in somebody losing points and me not gettin' any? Granted I'm new here, this whole Heiress thing is new to me but it feels kind of stupid and arbitrary and -way- favoring the scales as they are but that's just how I see it right now, I'll admit if 'm mistaken But my Gut sees this as a Hobsons choice. And I hate that sorta stuff, but competition is competition right?"
Pan tapped her lips a bit as she considered her options what she’d say, eyes searching the night life about her as if looking for some sort of inspiration and then she seems to find it on the wind and said firmly.
“But I’d be doin’ a Disservice to Miller if I brought anythin’ less than 10 by 10, So Miller you bring you and your crew, I bring me and my jam, Set the lights hear the roar and my the best lady win right? ‘cause I want one of them shines I wanna prove I can hang with the girls hell I’ll even hang with one of the boys if needs be , I wanna climb the heights and see the sights!
Don’t we all? And after –last- week? Damn Sweetie I wanna wreck some Garcia fools!”
She seems to back up a little and steadies herself with a long, slow breath still getting rained on , hair starting to wilt hell even her make up is starting to turn, But Pandora doesn’t seem to care, or mind as she’s exposed for all the world to see.
“The Way I see It, Miller You’re established and proven me? I’m just startin’ my walk, heck I’m not even involved in that bracket from what I see, But I made the mistake of flappin’ my yapper on the internet because I call it how I see it mostly And well apparently I broke some unwritten rule about callin’ out BS when you see it.”
She shrugs.
“If it ends in a beatin’ it ends in a beatin’ I won it, I’m not gonna back down because somebody thinks I haven’t ‘earned’ the right o call out obvious disrespect to the rest of us who’ve decided to come out here and work blood, sweat and tears to prove to be the best, not lay down and expose yourself for the silly little shits you are, is that what this stuff is? Ass kissing and picking on the new blood? ’cause this isn’t high school, last I checked.”
Pan now slides under an awning to shake herself off and smirk , the light dancing off her just enough to hide all the gruesome details of getting that wet, that quickly. She’s smudged and running eyes looking into the camera with a wild grin.
“I won’t stop Crystal I can’t, Not now. One loss could upset the whole equilibrium for either of us, You want the best? I will give you every goddamn inch of me and I hope you’ll do the same honey, I hope we go out there and show that crowd what –world class- looks like I hope that come that PPV we make an example to everyone as to what it is we can bring because I’m gonna come at you like you’re wearing a belt, And I want it, let’s see who wants it more.”
As the camera lights die and Pan grabs a towel , she sighs and pulls out her phone, looking at the feed that she’d weighed in on, the doubts had already set in, of course they had, did she actually deserve to be here? No, stop that , Never think that. You Belong You –are- Fuck them, what do they know?
Only everything more than you.
Pan pulled out the phone and bit her lip as she shrugged a jacket on, starting to shiver against the cold that mounted on her skin, she’d dive inside to get changed quickly, shoes cut off even as her thumb traces a pattern to summon a phone call.
She lifted the earpiece up, and then as she caught herself in the mirror she frowns and hangs up before the phone call is answered, tossing the phone away to lean against the mirror .
“The fuck are you doing Pan? It’s gotta be, what? 4 pm over there? She’ll still be at work, stupid ..stupid.”
She breathes and straightens herself out looking at the drowned rat that is herself with a little giggle, eyes closing as he moves to her phone and presses a few buttons.
“Time for a little acoustic therapy instead.”
Pan moved towards the shower even as the music started to play, even whilst a girl thousands of miles away looks at a missed call form her best friend and wonders why.
Eh Pan would be ok, she’s tough.
She can take it.
Well howdy there pardner.