Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 12:55:59 GMT
“Was she an animal, that music could move her so? she felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment she longed for were coming to light.”
She rose to see Kate getting pinned, a huff of desperation coming to the front as Amber gave her that withering glare. Pan just started a hole in her right back as she was heading to the back, images flooded her mind of a rose burned into flesh, screams upon screams a cacophony of pain and wonder, and then the music came back and she was by the entry way.
Even as she moved through like a colored whirlwind . Even those who knew her well stepped out of the way, by passing go to collect her great she didn’t even change as she left the show, didn’t even watch the signing.
It was the next day as she laid into a heavy bag at the gym that she finally let it go,
Something held her back, something stopped her something meant she would –never- see that day, what was it why? Why?
She screamed the question into the bag even as the kicks hurt her more than anything else did, friction meaning that skin was starting to get that sticky, burning feeling even as she drove herself beyond limits, the beat in her ears making each kick hit home, before she found herself leaning on the bag and sobbing, genuinely sobbing as she sank to her knees, barely registering the sting in her shins.
She’d hear herself. Muttering to the rhythm of her heart hands clawing at the bag.
“What do I have to do? What do I have to do?”
She’d slow her breathing and focus, her heartbeat, the pain.. her breathing, and silence as she starts to sand up, looking down at the cuts she’d inflicted on herself, again nodding to herself what did she have to do?
Keep going., that was the only answer, she could talk to Mom, but Mom didn’t really get it anymore, she could talk to Helena, but she barely knew which Helena she would get and she was busy. Who else was there to talk to?
That question got a frown, she’d tried to make friends in this business but the realization that there was only you to count on out there had meant she’d thrown herself to the music even harder, so she went to the only place where she could explore both her passions.
Sound tech was another creature, to Pan, to the people even as the IWF Truck would l move along, few people really appreciated the people that gave the production it’s sound, without the engineers there was no flashy effect ,no Problem to be here.
The door slowly opened and the Tech blinks as the blue haired woman was stood in her usual get up, arms bundled under her chest and breathing that Smokey cold breath as she shudders.
“Hey, can we talk?”
There was a long, long silence between the two, even as the guy took a step back and nodded on in with a small smile.
“Sure thing, Ms Freeman.”
Before taking another step inside Pan frowned and then gave a small smirk.
“Please, Call me Pan.”
I could bore you with details of conversation that went well through the night,
I could tell you of flirtations, of sound judgment and of romance.
But we all Know that Pandora is a walking Problem, who smiles at her pain.
So we cut to the quick, and cut to the chase of it, coffee and music and watching IWF on a monitor in the back of a truck she has no business being in laughing it up with the tech Crew when James, the guy who opened the door 5’11” of normal guy dressed in a Firefly t-shirt and a smile asks the question to her.
“Why do you do it?”
She’d peer at him through the bags she’d now let down, hair loose and not at all in it’s usual confines of pigtails or ponytail, her soft back to it’s soft melodic lilt even as she swayed happily.
“Because I enjoy it, the whole thing, violence and music are like, interweaved, it’s something you can’t really explain it just…is.. it’s an experience a rush… The girl you see on screen. I’m not some character. I’m honest.. I am what I am. No excuse, no regrets.”
That got a chuckle from James who smirked a bit and put a hand on Pan’s shoulder and it wasn’t even in a remotely sexual way either, which was nice.
“You gonna be ok Pandora?”
She smiled a bit at the gesture, genuine as it was, and it got her thinking about other interactions she’d had and just how…wrong they suddenly felt.
“I’ll be Fine James, just make sure you hit my beat on cue yeah?”
That got a chuckle, and with that, we’re going to fade in to the work out studio, where Pandora sits in work out gear, headphones currently hanging from her neck.
“So , here we are … who is it I’m against, Lizzy Dalmon. The Silver Spoon wielding darling herself.”
Pandora blows along breath even as her eyes focus elsewhere, and then rubs the bridge of her nose with a small smirk.
“I could go on a long rant about Hard times, and hard work and bringing yourself up from the bottom, but I won’t because it’d be wasted on Lizzy, the only thing she hears is how great she is, to which I call BS… To which I say… Let’s dance sweety.”
Pandora shook her head,
“Let’s be straight Lizzy, I detest clichés and I detest the people you seem to represent, it’s like you’re a blonde Garcia only without the huge win record to back it up, the last we met you put boots to me wand we brawled outside the ring whilst Amber picked up the win against Kate Steele.”
A long hard sigh as she looks to the camera with a tiny smirk.
“Lizzy made a great deal of not giving any great deal about this business or the people in it, she made a great deal about being rich and not having to do this and the utter assurance for your victory that didn’t happen, You didn’t get what you want, little girl And now I expect rage and anger and you have a target …you got me.”
The smirk starts to grow as Pandora stands, becoming a smile as her eyes grow intense.
“Good, bring that bring a desire to actually hurt somebody, because you’re going to need it, you see you’re like everyone else, you’re looking past me already, you’re looking for the next person worth your time, you’re looking for somebody who isn’t a ‘fat sow’ ….Talk about your alternative facts, you’re not anything more than a delusional pain dealer that belongs in this world, rich in pocket bout poor in spirt and for that? I’m not just going to just take you for a dance sweety.”
Pan Leans in as that smile grows a little more.
“I’m going to Drop beat, after beat, after beat because I have HAD IT with people like you.”
Pan’s hand curls up and forms a fist a she smirks a little more staring into the camera.
“I’ll see you Sunday, Lizzy Words are wasted on you, instead there will only be action. Later babe.”
With that Pan puts those headphones back on her ears and goes back to working out,
Jumping into a few pull ups as we fade out.
Fin
She rose to see Kate getting pinned, a huff of desperation coming to the front as Amber gave her that withering glare. Pan just started a hole in her right back as she was heading to the back, images flooded her mind of a rose burned into flesh, screams upon screams a cacophony of pain and wonder, and then the music came back and she was by the entry way.
Even as she moved through like a colored whirlwind . Even those who knew her well stepped out of the way, by passing go to collect her great she didn’t even change as she left the show, didn’t even watch the signing.
It was the next day as she laid into a heavy bag at the gym that she finally let it go,
Something held her back, something stopped her something meant she would –never- see that day, what was it why? Why?
She screamed the question into the bag even as the kicks hurt her more than anything else did, friction meaning that skin was starting to get that sticky, burning feeling even as she drove herself beyond limits, the beat in her ears making each kick hit home, before she found herself leaning on the bag and sobbing, genuinely sobbing as she sank to her knees, barely registering the sting in her shins.
She’d hear herself. Muttering to the rhythm of her heart hands clawing at the bag.
“What do I have to do? What do I have to do?”
She’d slow her breathing and focus, her heartbeat, the pain.. her breathing, and silence as she starts to sand up, looking down at the cuts she’d inflicted on herself, again nodding to herself what did she have to do?
Keep going., that was the only answer, she could talk to Mom, but Mom didn’t really get it anymore, she could talk to Helena, but she barely knew which Helena she would get and she was busy. Who else was there to talk to?
That question got a frown, she’d tried to make friends in this business but the realization that there was only you to count on out there had meant she’d thrown herself to the music even harder, so she went to the only place where she could explore both her passions.
Sound tech was another creature, to Pan, to the people even as the IWF Truck would l move along, few people really appreciated the people that gave the production it’s sound, without the engineers there was no flashy effect ,no Problem to be here.
The door slowly opened and the Tech blinks as the blue haired woman was stood in her usual get up, arms bundled under her chest and breathing that Smokey cold breath as she shudders.
“Hey, can we talk?”
There was a long, long silence between the two, even as the guy took a step back and nodded on in with a small smile.
“Sure thing, Ms Freeman.”
Before taking another step inside Pan frowned and then gave a small smirk.
“Please, Call me Pan.”
I could bore you with details of conversation that went well through the night,
I could tell you of flirtations, of sound judgment and of romance.
But we all Know that Pandora is a walking Problem, who smiles at her pain.
So we cut to the quick, and cut to the chase of it, coffee and music and watching IWF on a monitor in the back of a truck she has no business being in laughing it up with the tech Crew when James, the guy who opened the door 5’11” of normal guy dressed in a Firefly t-shirt and a smile asks the question to her.
“Why do you do it?”
She’d peer at him through the bags she’d now let down, hair loose and not at all in it’s usual confines of pigtails or ponytail, her soft back to it’s soft melodic lilt even as she swayed happily.
“Because I enjoy it, the whole thing, violence and music are like, interweaved, it’s something you can’t really explain it just…is.. it’s an experience a rush… The girl you see on screen. I’m not some character. I’m honest.. I am what I am. No excuse, no regrets.”
That got a chuckle from James who smirked a bit and put a hand on Pan’s shoulder and it wasn’t even in a remotely sexual way either, which was nice.
“You gonna be ok Pandora?”
She smiled a bit at the gesture, genuine as it was, and it got her thinking about other interactions she’d had and just how…wrong they suddenly felt.
“I’ll be Fine James, just make sure you hit my beat on cue yeah?”
That got a chuckle, and with that, we’re going to fade in to the work out studio, where Pandora sits in work out gear, headphones currently hanging from her neck.
“So , here we are … who is it I’m against, Lizzy Dalmon. The Silver Spoon wielding darling herself.”
Pandora blows along breath even as her eyes focus elsewhere, and then rubs the bridge of her nose with a small smirk.
“I could go on a long rant about Hard times, and hard work and bringing yourself up from the bottom, but I won’t because it’d be wasted on Lizzy, the only thing she hears is how great she is, to which I call BS… To which I say… Let’s dance sweety.”
Pandora shook her head,
“Let’s be straight Lizzy, I detest clichés and I detest the people you seem to represent, it’s like you’re a blonde Garcia only without the huge win record to back it up, the last we met you put boots to me wand we brawled outside the ring whilst Amber picked up the win against Kate Steele.”
A long hard sigh as she looks to the camera with a tiny smirk.
“Lizzy made a great deal of not giving any great deal about this business or the people in it, she made a great deal about being rich and not having to do this and the utter assurance for your victory that didn’t happen, You didn’t get what you want, little girl And now I expect rage and anger and you have a target …you got me.”
The smirk starts to grow as Pandora stands, becoming a smile as her eyes grow intense.
“Good, bring that bring a desire to actually hurt somebody, because you’re going to need it, you see you’re like everyone else, you’re looking past me already, you’re looking for the next person worth your time, you’re looking for somebody who isn’t a ‘fat sow’ ….Talk about your alternative facts, you’re not anything more than a delusional pain dealer that belongs in this world, rich in pocket bout poor in spirt and for that? I’m not just going to just take you for a dance sweety.”
Pan Leans in as that smile grows a little more.
“I’m going to Drop beat, after beat, after beat because I have HAD IT with people like you.”
Pan’s hand curls up and forms a fist a she smirks a little more staring into the camera.
“I’ll see you Sunday, Lizzy Words are wasted on you, instead there will only be action. Later babe.”
With that Pan puts those headphones back on her ears and goes back to working out,
Jumping into a few pull ups as we fade out.
Fin
Well howdy there pardner.