Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 20:39:05 GMT
Ink pressed to the paper, her minds eyes signing away in blood, she flet herselflook across at Helena as Kate’s rant and her rage built up. She didn’t need to see the fear in the woman’s eyes, the noise and bluster all a prelude to what was to come, everyone knew it all eyes were on Eternity, all eyes were already turning to each other and what was it that was going to hld them away from each other?
Cold steel, shackled on the wrist biding the rhythm in place, caged hungered target painted on your soul for any one of them to pick at you like a Hyena.
If Pandora hated anything more it was to be bound, held in place, she was a creature of freedom, life to be leashed in one spot felt like hell.
Would now be a good time to mention the escapology? A Hobby and craft honed in the Carnival of her youth because otherwise, how else do you make a good show?
Either way the beat was still rolling, she had to be patient every symphony had its lulls, its silences, every chorus has its soft before the crescendo, before all hell broke loose.
But I suppose we should go to work, shouldn’t we?
It would be too easy to use the Jail cell motif, a cliché and we all know how much Pan hates those, so we find the Rainbow Ravess employing something slightly different, she’s at a table, both wrists cuffed and interestingly , those Rainbow’d Lips are covered by duct tape as Pan sits at the chair blue eyes looking at the camera.
Voiceover time.
V.O: “You have the right to remain silent, I spend a lot of time using words and sounds as my craft, Music is a conversation where we unconsciously respond, but right now? Let’s focus on the power of silence.”
And we leave this image, in stark clarity, not a sound uttered, the image seems to stretch on almost indefinitely before there’s a telltale click of Fingers and Pandora’ form is free , hand cuff only on a single wrist and just about ripping that duct tape off her mouth with a smile that says it all, rainbow’d lipstick imprinted on the sticky side just to make a point.
“Silence made you pay attention, -silence- made you wonder what was coming next, Unlike you Kate Silence is an assured confidence, I didn’t –need- to run my mouth off about shallow platitudes, but I’m getting ahead of myself.”
Pan lifts a wrist to gesture to the handcuff and shakes her head.
“The image of four ladies handcuffed to Turnbuckles waiting to be released to wage war for a belt must be appealing to some of you, to me it’s a complication that holds us all back, this will be a test of patience for those who aren’t selected, and will be sat patiently awaiting our time out the block, we fight for the prize of the Shield maiden sure, but it runs deeper than that for some of us. “
Pan gives a little smile and carefully attaches the free cuff to her one arm, making an impromptu double bracelet out of it and locking it in tight with a nod.
“So, back to Kate Steele”
Pan sways and about vaults over the table to sit on it and swing her legs and grins.
“So Kate, I extended a hand in friendship to you once upon a time, and what did you do with that? You chose to focus instead on what? Fame, Shallow things like ‘breaking’ those who stand in your way, An eye for an eye do unto others before they make you like poor, poor Shea? Who now sits and watches you stand there ..as a ‘friend’ Milking the image of her poor broken arm for all the sympathy it’s worth.”
Pan sighs and looks down as she then reopen her eyes to just look up without moving her head her intensity changing once more.
“You make me sick with your duplicity and dishonesty, when all this is over yes, I will enjoy the chaos and moment of the fight, but once the song is done? It’s done… All that remains is a memory, and so we move onwards, but not you Kate, not you, you sit in the fires of the past hoping they’ll make your future, when all they’re doing is burning you to ash, you’re so fixed on your two times …you’re failing to live, killing yourself slowly with your own ambition, Not learning the lessons of Icarus, and so… you will fail, if not by my hand then certainly by another’s …or even worse your own.”
She shook head and sighed.
“More’s the pity sweety, but you want to dance? I’ll dance to the beat given, and I’ll match you stroke for stroke until all that’s left is silence.”
Pan gives a slow grin before she rocks the table just a bit and turns a bit to lay and look upwards swaying a bit to her own internal rhythm and smiles a little.
“Helena, we need to stop meeting like this, people will talk."
Cue the flirty little wink, just for her.
"The last we faced You walked away with the victory, but I walked away with a deeper truth, we face each other and others again and I know you ache for the dance to come. In any form, you ache to feel not just my skin, but the bite of my fist, the feel of my breath yes Hel, I feel it too, but of course we leave our animosity in that ring, we smile at each other and we know the truth but I can see you still fight it Hel…and it fights you, so we have to try harder.”
Pan chuckles and turns herself to face the camera leaning on her hands with a smile that once again speaks volumes.
“But of course there’s somebody else we both want to dance with, isn’t there? And therein lies the difficult choice, are any of us really ready to stare into that abyss? The stranglehold of a woman, a force of nature, somebody who has truly and utterly let go of everything. Eternity and beyond.”
There’s a long and slow exhale of breath as Pan rolls over to look at the camera upside down, had dangling as she looks beyond the camera as if looking for the very woman she’s talking about.
“I’ve made no secret of wanting to put my face opposite yours Eternity, and though I doubt I register on you radar any anything remotely interesting I could yet be wrong, You use you truly have let everything go, fear, regret, sanity , morality, embracing a discordant note in the world for a Symphony you’ve decided to craft for yourself, and only yourself touching those around you only to burn them to ash…or to make yours.”
Pan sits up to turn again.
“You don’t scare me, I was like everyone else here, Curious, examining but I had a taste of your song and I found it interesting, but ultimately repetitive, you see Eternity, that isn’t just your name, it’s your prison too. Fated to go in circles, never ending spirals of fractals that trace the same, boring pattern again…and again ..and again, you crave something new…Something different, you embraced Pain as your message, Pain is your pleasure and we will dance and I will taste your fire ..your beautiful, deadly fire and I’ll show the IWF something new I’ll show you my box of ticks and though only one of us can walk, crawl or limp away , you will and forever. Have My pity Eternity.”
She slowly turns her back to the camera.
“Because I know you only hear silence, and it’s driven you scream, but you have no mouth to do so.”
Pan looks over her shoulder and smiles all the deeper.
“Let’s see if we can’t get one out of you hrm? Let’s dance Ladies, and let’s make beautiful music.”
She starts to get up and then slowly turns around with a holding the cuffs in her hand as if they had gotten there by magic head titling as she spoke with a small grin.
“I’m looking forwards to it.”
She tosses the hand cuffs onto the table as the camera focuses on them and fades to black.
Away from the cameras and the noise and her intermittent thoughts, she had time to reflect what about this whole situation she was going to take away.
Victory was far from certain, and maybe even her victory wasn’t really required only the denial of everyone else, the ecstasy of gold had far from faded for Pan, it wasn’t a bauble, a rite of passage, no Eternity guarded those gates as some sort of demon to invite all those who came closer to step up, the better the competition the more everyone had to raise their game.
But it was always more than that with Her, with this, no Gold was an addiction to Eternity, she behaved as though it meant nothing, But she was very much a dragon guarding her hoard.
So she’d charge in, and face the music and dance and rave, and come out smiling in the end because that’s what she wanted to do, no matter outcome, but she -would- make her scream.
That wasn’t an obsession, but then even as she thought about Eternity she thought about everyone else in the match what drove them and there sitting opposite her in the other corner, looking her over with that’s elf assured Smile was Sawyer.
She knew Sawyer hadn’t really been listening to Steele, because Steele was ringing hollow, no they were too busy looking at each other and remembering both violent and tender moments shared in the ring, wondering if those same moments could be shared outside of it.
There was only one way to find out, but finding Helena was difficult, she only came to play when the bell rang.
And yes dearest Kate, very much suffering the ecstasy of gold and it’s curse.
She’d move over to her keyboard and sit down, there was only one answer in all this mental torment.
And so it was Pandora would play through the night, thrashing the keys until her feelings and heart were laid bare in notes and bars.
fin
Cold steel, shackled on the wrist biding the rhythm in place, caged hungered target painted on your soul for any one of them to pick at you like a Hyena.
If Pandora hated anything more it was to be bound, held in place, she was a creature of freedom, life to be leashed in one spot felt like hell.
Would now be a good time to mention the escapology? A Hobby and craft honed in the Carnival of her youth because otherwise, how else do you make a good show?
Either way the beat was still rolling, she had to be patient every symphony had its lulls, its silences, every chorus has its soft before the crescendo, before all hell broke loose.
But I suppose we should go to work, shouldn’t we?
It would be too easy to use the Jail cell motif, a cliché and we all know how much Pan hates those, so we find the Rainbow Ravess employing something slightly different, she’s at a table, both wrists cuffed and interestingly , those Rainbow’d Lips are covered by duct tape as Pan sits at the chair blue eyes looking at the camera.
Voiceover time.
V.O: “You have the right to remain silent, I spend a lot of time using words and sounds as my craft, Music is a conversation where we unconsciously respond, but right now? Let’s focus on the power of silence.”
And we leave this image, in stark clarity, not a sound uttered, the image seems to stretch on almost indefinitely before there’s a telltale click of Fingers and Pandora’ form is free , hand cuff only on a single wrist and just about ripping that duct tape off her mouth with a smile that says it all, rainbow’d lipstick imprinted on the sticky side just to make a point.
“Silence made you pay attention, -silence- made you wonder what was coming next, Unlike you Kate Silence is an assured confidence, I didn’t –need- to run my mouth off about shallow platitudes, but I’m getting ahead of myself.”
Pan lifts a wrist to gesture to the handcuff and shakes her head.
“The image of four ladies handcuffed to Turnbuckles waiting to be released to wage war for a belt must be appealing to some of you, to me it’s a complication that holds us all back, this will be a test of patience for those who aren’t selected, and will be sat patiently awaiting our time out the block, we fight for the prize of the Shield maiden sure, but it runs deeper than that for some of us. “
Pan gives a little smile and carefully attaches the free cuff to her one arm, making an impromptu double bracelet out of it and locking it in tight with a nod.
“So, back to Kate Steele”
Pan sways and about vaults over the table to sit on it and swing her legs and grins.
“So Kate, I extended a hand in friendship to you once upon a time, and what did you do with that? You chose to focus instead on what? Fame, Shallow things like ‘breaking’ those who stand in your way, An eye for an eye do unto others before they make you like poor, poor Shea? Who now sits and watches you stand there ..as a ‘friend’ Milking the image of her poor broken arm for all the sympathy it’s worth.”
Pan sighs and looks down as she then reopen her eyes to just look up without moving her head her intensity changing once more.
“You make me sick with your duplicity and dishonesty, when all this is over yes, I will enjoy the chaos and moment of the fight, but once the song is done? It’s done… All that remains is a memory, and so we move onwards, but not you Kate, not you, you sit in the fires of the past hoping they’ll make your future, when all they’re doing is burning you to ash, you’re so fixed on your two times …you’re failing to live, killing yourself slowly with your own ambition, Not learning the lessons of Icarus, and so… you will fail, if not by my hand then certainly by another’s …or even worse your own.”
She shook head and sighed.
“More’s the pity sweety, but you want to dance? I’ll dance to the beat given, and I’ll match you stroke for stroke until all that’s left is silence.”
Pan gives a slow grin before she rocks the table just a bit and turns a bit to lay and look upwards swaying a bit to her own internal rhythm and smiles a little.
“Helena, we need to stop meeting like this, people will talk."
Cue the flirty little wink, just for her.
"The last we faced You walked away with the victory, but I walked away with a deeper truth, we face each other and others again and I know you ache for the dance to come. In any form, you ache to feel not just my skin, but the bite of my fist, the feel of my breath yes Hel, I feel it too, but of course we leave our animosity in that ring, we smile at each other and we know the truth but I can see you still fight it Hel…and it fights you, so we have to try harder.”
Pan chuckles and turns herself to face the camera leaning on her hands with a smile that once again speaks volumes.
“But of course there’s somebody else we both want to dance with, isn’t there? And therein lies the difficult choice, are any of us really ready to stare into that abyss? The stranglehold of a woman, a force of nature, somebody who has truly and utterly let go of everything. Eternity and beyond.”
There’s a long and slow exhale of breath as Pan rolls over to look at the camera upside down, had dangling as she looks beyond the camera as if looking for the very woman she’s talking about.
“I’ve made no secret of wanting to put my face opposite yours Eternity, and though I doubt I register on you radar any anything remotely interesting I could yet be wrong, You use you truly have let everything go, fear, regret, sanity , morality, embracing a discordant note in the world for a Symphony you’ve decided to craft for yourself, and only yourself touching those around you only to burn them to ash…or to make yours.”
Pan sits up to turn again.
“You don’t scare me, I was like everyone else here, Curious, examining but I had a taste of your song and I found it interesting, but ultimately repetitive, you see Eternity, that isn’t just your name, it’s your prison too. Fated to go in circles, never ending spirals of fractals that trace the same, boring pattern again…and again ..and again, you crave something new…Something different, you embraced Pain as your message, Pain is your pleasure and we will dance and I will taste your fire ..your beautiful, deadly fire and I’ll show the IWF something new I’ll show you my box of ticks and though only one of us can walk, crawl or limp away , you will and forever. Have My pity Eternity.”
She slowly turns her back to the camera.
“Because I know you only hear silence, and it’s driven you scream, but you have no mouth to do so.”
Pan looks over her shoulder and smiles all the deeper.
“Let’s see if we can’t get one out of you hrm? Let’s dance Ladies, and let’s make beautiful music.”
She starts to get up and then slowly turns around with a holding the cuffs in her hand as if they had gotten there by magic head titling as she spoke with a small grin.
“I’m looking forwards to it.”
She tosses the hand cuffs onto the table as the camera focuses on them and fades to black.
Away from the cameras and the noise and her intermittent thoughts, she had time to reflect what about this whole situation she was going to take away.
Victory was far from certain, and maybe even her victory wasn’t really required only the denial of everyone else, the ecstasy of gold had far from faded for Pan, it wasn’t a bauble, a rite of passage, no Eternity guarded those gates as some sort of demon to invite all those who came closer to step up, the better the competition the more everyone had to raise their game.
But it was always more than that with Her, with this, no Gold was an addiction to Eternity, she behaved as though it meant nothing, But she was very much a dragon guarding her hoard.
So she’d charge in, and face the music and dance and rave, and come out smiling in the end because that’s what she wanted to do, no matter outcome, but she -would- make her scream.
That wasn’t an obsession, but then even as she thought about Eternity she thought about everyone else in the match what drove them and there sitting opposite her in the other corner, looking her over with that’s elf assured Smile was Sawyer.
She knew Sawyer hadn’t really been listening to Steele, because Steele was ringing hollow, no they were too busy looking at each other and remembering both violent and tender moments shared in the ring, wondering if those same moments could be shared outside of it.
There was only one way to find out, but finding Helena was difficult, she only came to play when the bell rang.
And yes dearest Kate, very much suffering the ecstasy of gold and it’s curse.
She’d move over to her keyboard and sit down, there was only one answer in all this mental torment.
And so it was Pandora would play through the night, thrashing the keys until her feelings and heart were laid bare in notes and bars.
fin
Well howdy there pardner.