Post by Fiona McFly on Oct 31, 2016 4:23:06 GMT
October 26, 2016 – 1:30 PM
On her way home, in her Aston-Martin...
...we find Fiona McFly driving down the road after a long and tenuous day at the Tarrant County Courthouse. Wearing her black formal dress with matching black stiletto heels, the Northern Irishwoman looks to be completely tired and annoyed--especially after spending a better part of the day talking with lawyers regarding her status as a defendant in a civil suit brought against her by Playboy writer and freelance photographer Richard Head after she had fractured his tailbone kicking him out of the house for wanting her to pose nude.
It bugged Fiona, more than ever, that someone would sue her despite the fact that, in her eyes, she was merely defending her sense of modesty against a profiteering person. She only wanted to preserve her good moral character, yet she found herself in a situation that she never expected to find herself in. Nevertheless, she never lost sight of who she was at heart--a kind, loving woman who prides herself in performing at the highest level as a competitive athlete...
...nothing more, nothing less.
Yet as she turned onto Wolf Creek Drive, preparing her mind for a nice, long respite from anything resembling the law, she spots at least five Arlington Police Department squad cars parked right in front of her driveway.
FIONA MCFLY: Oh, fuck's sake!
Fiona slammed on the brakes of her vintage James Bond-style automobile and quickly hopped out of its right-hand driver's side door. She sprinted a few yards up the sidewalk, where she met an incredulous-looking Jack Gaither.
FIONA: What's going on?
Fiona's fiancee simply holds up his hands in exasperation, not knowing that she'd just got back from a long day in court.
JACK GAITHER: Whaddaya think!? I was workin' out at the gym while some ditz snuck in through the chimney and stole somethin' from our Den of Memories, that's what's goin' on.
Fiona perked up both brows in curiosity.
FIONA: What'd they take?
Jack shook his head in response, trying to find the right words to say as Fiona watched the cops do their jobs.
JACK: I dunno how to say this to ya...but they took the banner.
Fiona closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about what could have been taken from their famous den.
FIONA: The Dallas Cowboy handegg banner? Oh, we can replace that.
Jack shook his head again, sighing in resignation as he tried to explain to her which one of the banners had been stolen.
JACK: No, ya silly gander! The “other” banner..
Fiona covered her mouth as she gasped, watching as her fiancee could only nod his head. She took amoment to look up at the skies above, then staring directly at the one she loved the most.
Her prized possession--her grandfather Seamus' "Three Principles" banner--had been stolen.
~~
FIONA'S JOURNAL
27 October 2016
Jinx,
I consider myself a professional athlete--nothing more, nothing less. I take great pride in traveling the world, getting the chance to explore new lands and meeting different people from all walks of life. No matter where I'm at, I will always be comforted in knowing that I can ply my craft and live my dream, without fear of being laughed at or ridiculed because of my heritage or the fact that I'm a female. Yet what bothers me...is that most people within my division would rather perceive me as being mediiocre at best without looking into the heart of what makes me tick.
Without taking the time to fully understand what it truly means to comprehend my principes of patience, understand, and honour.
I am a Humanitarian--first and foremost. I have striven to shine my light upon the darkness that has enveloped the entire world, bringing loads of joy and laughter to those who haven't any within their lives. I am a respected woman of character, who prides herself in modesty and dignity, maintaining that at all times. I am NOT, however, second-class to men. I am NOT a subject of wanking from men whose primary mission in life is to gain a profit from seeing me in a compromising position.
That's why I say I can live with losing to the likes of Paige Garcia last week...
...for the thing that drives me, more importantly than wins or losses, is my desire to seek out the best of Humanity.
On the surface, I'd see you as a vengeful, yet intelligent and cunning, woman who's self-righteous and dark exterior personality gives you a unique perspective on what it's like to be Human, whose attacks on me haven't gone unnoticed by the rest of the Imperial roster. I'd see you as a psychotic soul whose propensity for getting into people's minds, who gets a thrill out of inflicting pain and suffering on other human beings whilst being able to absorb it. But I can't simply judge you by your external presence.
For it's my duty to look deeper into your soul, into the heart of who you REALLY are.
And what lies beneath...truly fascinates me in every aspect.
I see a beacon of light inside you, one that's trying so desperately to fight off the darkness within your soul. Deep down, you're the little girl known as Laia Evers, rife with mental and physical scars from a troubled past, creating the Jinx manifesto as a way to help you cope with your issues yet giving you a wide range of ways in which you view Humanity. Deep within your conscience, you are a mirror--Laia and Jinx as opposite reflections, waiting to see which personality breaks through the glass but with one singular, common denominator.
Fear of the unknown that lies ahead. You're afraid of the future--of finding your own destiny.
In short...you're scared of your own shadow. You're fragmented, knowing nothing about clarity.
Ever since I started working for Imperial, I've learned one simple fact--that my tenets wouldn't mean a gorram thing to me unless I learned to fully embrace the unknown that lied ahead of me. After all, my Granpapa did the same thing throughout his life--without ever being afraid of his own shadow, without ever losing sight of who he truly was. Embracing the future without dwelling on the past...that's what's set me apart from the rest of the Diamonds within this division.
For the unknown...is what drives me, giving me a clear and solid conscience, a complete understanding of my Humanity.
And I shall rise above you--without sacrificing focus on who I truly am.
Cheers!
~~
In the Den of Memories, Fiona McFly looked to be absolutely astonished that someone would actually want to steal her most cherished item--much less break into their house in the first place. Yet there she was, gritting her teeth in anger and confusion while staring at the empty spot on the wall that used to be taken by Seamus' gift.
FIONA: Who'd want to do such a thing anyway?
Jack sighed before heading back to the master bedroom.
JACK: I dunno...
He returned to the den, brandishing his .45-caliber pistol and loading a cartridge of bullets into the weapon, ready to go to war.
JACK: ...but when I get ahold of the piece of shit who did this, I'm gonna put a bullet in his fuckin' head.
Fiona raised both eyebrows, shocked over her beloved's intended savagery.
FIONA: That might work for you, but that's not my way of handling things.
The Arlington, Texas native--wearing his Dak Prescott jersey--kicked a chest of drawers in frustration over Fiona's pacifist attitude.
JACK: Ahh c'mon...I can't believe you're actually COOL with someone swipin' your granpa's banner of teachin's.
FIona raised her voice, tired of Jack's "black and white, clear as crystal" persona.
FIONA: Those principles mean more than simply what's presented on the surface! They've taught me about never judging a person by simply looking at them from the outside, but rather we should look inside, deep within their soul, in order to fully comprehend their humanity.
Jack gave her a confused, quizzical expression as he placed his gun on top of the chest.
JACK: That just...that don't make sense.
FIONA: Granpapa always had a saying...don't ever judge a book by its cover, but only for what's on the inside. He believed that whilst people can be savages, they can still have a kind, gentle heart.
Leaving his weapon, Jack slowly marched towards the window and looked outside at the sunny weather that has overtaken the area during the early stages of autumn.
JACK: But...what if some dude was good-natured on the surface, but a complete dickbag at heard?
FIONA: Well, we still don't know that. And the unknown was what drove him to do what he did for a living--and I shall live by that example.
Jack nodded his head solemny, resigned to the fact that he had no choice but to agree with Fiona. All she wanted to do was to embrace the unknown, all the while teaching her fiancee that there was more to Humanity than what is always presented on teh surface. It went much deeper than that--for she believed that whoever stole her most precious possession would be obligated by his or her conscience to return it to them as soon as possible.
It was all she could ever hope for.
On her way home, in her Aston-Martin...
...we find Fiona McFly driving down the road after a long and tenuous day at the Tarrant County Courthouse. Wearing her black formal dress with matching black stiletto heels, the Northern Irishwoman looks to be completely tired and annoyed--especially after spending a better part of the day talking with lawyers regarding her status as a defendant in a civil suit brought against her by Playboy writer and freelance photographer Richard Head after she had fractured his tailbone kicking him out of the house for wanting her to pose nude.
It bugged Fiona, more than ever, that someone would sue her despite the fact that, in her eyes, she was merely defending her sense of modesty against a profiteering person. She only wanted to preserve her good moral character, yet she found herself in a situation that she never expected to find herself in. Nevertheless, she never lost sight of who she was at heart--a kind, loving woman who prides herself in performing at the highest level as a competitive athlete...
...nothing more, nothing less.
Yet as she turned onto Wolf Creek Drive, preparing her mind for a nice, long respite from anything resembling the law, she spots at least five Arlington Police Department squad cars parked right in front of her driveway.
FIONA MCFLY: Oh, fuck's sake!
Fiona slammed on the brakes of her vintage James Bond-style automobile and quickly hopped out of its right-hand driver's side door. She sprinted a few yards up the sidewalk, where she met an incredulous-looking Jack Gaither.
FIONA: What's going on?
Fiona's fiancee simply holds up his hands in exasperation, not knowing that she'd just got back from a long day in court.
JACK GAITHER: Whaddaya think!? I was workin' out at the gym while some ditz snuck in through the chimney and stole somethin' from our Den of Memories, that's what's goin' on.
Fiona perked up both brows in curiosity.
FIONA: What'd they take?
Jack shook his head in response, trying to find the right words to say as Fiona watched the cops do their jobs.
JACK: I dunno how to say this to ya...but they took the banner.
Fiona closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about what could have been taken from their famous den.
FIONA: The Dallas Cowboy handegg banner? Oh, we can replace that.
Jack shook his head again, sighing in resignation as he tried to explain to her which one of the banners had been stolen.
JACK: No, ya silly gander! The “other” banner..
Fiona covered her mouth as she gasped, watching as her fiancee could only nod his head. She took amoment to look up at the skies above, then staring directly at the one she loved the most.
Her prized possession--her grandfather Seamus' "Three Principles" banner--had been stolen.
~~
FIONA'S JOURNAL
27 October 2016
Jinx,
I consider myself a professional athlete--nothing more, nothing less. I take great pride in traveling the world, getting the chance to explore new lands and meeting different people from all walks of life. No matter where I'm at, I will always be comforted in knowing that I can ply my craft and live my dream, without fear of being laughed at or ridiculed because of my heritage or the fact that I'm a female. Yet what bothers me...is that most people within my division would rather perceive me as being mediiocre at best without looking into the heart of what makes me tick.
Without taking the time to fully understand what it truly means to comprehend my principes of patience, understand, and honour.
I am a Humanitarian--first and foremost. I have striven to shine my light upon the darkness that has enveloped the entire world, bringing loads of joy and laughter to those who haven't any within their lives. I am a respected woman of character, who prides herself in modesty and dignity, maintaining that at all times. I am NOT, however, second-class to men. I am NOT a subject of wanking from men whose primary mission in life is to gain a profit from seeing me in a compromising position.
That's why I say I can live with losing to the likes of Paige Garcia last week...
...for the thing that drives me, more importantly than wins or losses, is my desire to seek out the best of Humanity.
On the surface, I'd see you as a vengeful, yet intelligent and cunning, woman who's self-righteous and dark exterior personality gives you a unique perspective on what it's like to be Human, whose attacks on me haven't gone unnoticed by the rest of the Imperial roster. I'd see you as a psychotic soul whose propensity for getting into people's minds, who gets a thrill out of inflicting pain and suffering on other human beings whilst being able to absorb it. But I can't simply judge you by your external presence.
For it's my duty to look deeper into your soul, into the heart of who you REALLY are.
And what lies beneath...truly fascinates me in every aspect.
I see a beacon of light inside you, one that's trying so desperately to fight off the darkness within your soul. Deep down, you're the little girl known as Laia Evers, rife with mental and physical scars from a troubled past, creating the Jinx manifesto as a way to help you cope with your issues yet giving you a wide range of ways in which you view Humanity. Deep within your conscience, you are a mirror--Laia and Jinx as opposite reflections, waiting to see which personality breaks through the glass but with one singular, common denominator.
Fear of the unknown that lies ahead. You're afraid of the future--of finding your own destiny.
In short...you're scared of your own shadow. You're fragmented, knowing nothing about clarity.
Ever since I started working for Imperial, I've learned one simple fact--that my tenets wouldn't mean a gorram thing to me unless I learned to fully embrace the unknown that lied ahead of me. After all, my Granpapa did the same thing throughout his life--without ever being afraid of his own shadow, without ever losing sight of who he truly was. Embracing the future without dwelling on the past...that's what's set me apart from the rest of the Diamonds within this division.
For the unknown...is what drives me, giving me a clear and solid conscience, a complete understanding of my Humanity.
And I shall rise above you--without sacrificing focus on who I truly am.
Cheers!
~~
In the Den of Memories, Fiona McFly looked to be absolutely astonished that someone would actually want to steal her most cherished item--much less break into their house in the first place. Yet there she was, gritting her teeth in anger and confusion while staring at the empty spot on the wall that used to be taken by Seamus' gift.
FIONA: Who'd want to do such a thing anyway?
Jack sighed before heading back to the master bedroom.
JACK: I dunno...
He returned to the den, brandishing his .45-caliber pistol and loading a cartridge of bullets into the weapon, ready to go to war.
JACK: ...but when I get ahold of the piece of shit who did this, I'm gonna put a bullet in his fuckin' head.
Fiona raised both eyebrows, shocked over her beloved's intended savagery.
FIONA: That might work for you, but that's not my way of handling things.
The Arlington, Texas native--wearing his Dak Prescott jersey--kicked a chest of drawers in frustration over Fiona's pacifist attitude.
JACK: Ahh c'mon...I can't believe you're actually COOL with someone swipin' your granpa's banner of teachin's.
FIona raised her voice, tired of Jack's "black and white, clear as crystal" persona.
FIONA: Those principles mean more than simply what's presented on the surface! They've taught me about never judging a person by simply looking at them from the outside, but rather we should look inside, deep within their soul, in order to fully comprehend their humanity.
Jack gave her a confused, quizzical expression as he placed his gun on top of the chest.
JACK: That just...that don't make sense.
FIONA: Granpapa always had a saying...don't ever judge a book by its cover, but only for what's on the inside. He believed that whilst people can be savages, they can still have a kind, gentle heart.
Leaving his weapon, Jack slowly marched towards the window and looked outside at the sunny weather that has overtaken the area during the early stages of autumn.
JACK: But...what if some dude was good-natured on the surface, but a complete dickbag at heard?
FIONA: Well, we still don't know that. And the unknown was what drove him to do what he did for a living--and I shall live by that example.
Jack nodded his head solemny, resigned to the fact that he had no choice but to agree with Fiona. All she wanted to do was to embrace the unknown, all the while teaching her fiancee that there was more to Humanity than what is always presented on teh surface. It went much deeper than that--for she believed that whoever stole her most precious possession would be obligated by his or her conscience to return it to them as soon as possible.
It was all she could ever hope for.
Well howdy there pardner.