Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2017 19:46:59 GMT
We’re treated to the screenshot, a less than subtle text Twitter in full swing as Pan watched Spike trade barbs with all and sundry, she felt an anger boiling inside of her even she watched the exchange.
Yeah she’d joined in, told Fiona to zip it, because to be honest? It was annoying.
The same diatribe time after time after time, a never ending cycle of dog eat dog eat dog of personal beliefs that made her want to punch herself in the face, then came the words on the screen from Crystal.
Shut your Mouth, before I shut it for you.
She really didn’t respond because it was a classic troll tactic, searching for relevancy out of her own validation and knowing that such words would get some response, even as the likes came in, the car bumping along and she breathed a little and she shook her head.
Hell somebody had to have compassion , even for a man who’s Legend was as Dark as Spike Kane's.
Nobody should outlive their children, no person should have to watch a visualization of their own demons manifested in something that is in all intents? Theirs. She would never know that joy, she never could but that was her own personal secret, there was no Hope For her, no onwards momentum, but conversely She’d never know that pain that searing heart wrenching death of standing there trying to reconcile the anger of who to blame, what to do all the while the ‘bussiness’ was calling you and what did you have? What was there but that Belt?
In that moment Pan had Visions of Spike Kane doing very, very stupid, and she had to say -something - she didn’t even care what he said after, she had to raise her voice and so she called on that something she held for everyone else.
Hope.
The Blue lanterns creed was a very special thing, it represented no just Will or fear but the unending desire to hope in something better, it’s what had carried her from a circus to a Wrestling school, what carried her to DJ decks and creating music in the absence of many other things. What was carrying her through each and every day In an ugly world that very much wanted to grind her down.
Fuck ‘m and their judgment, who were they to tell her she wasn’t good enough?
Then there was what Gabriella Said.
Who is Pandora Freeman?
Maybe it’s time everyone understood that, maybe it’s time she stood up and took a little pride in the Kaleidoscope that was her. Maybe it was time she just cast everything away and went crazy and damned be the consequences, they would accept her from here to Eternity.
Let’s Do it.
Blue hair and eyes gazed out over a hotel Balcony rail, form clad in leggings boots and a Tanktop. Facing away from the camera as opposed to facing to it head cocking to glance to the camera and spoke with a cool tone for now.
“You know I’m getting sick of the diamonds, in general…I’ve tried o be nice, to be even handed to go in there and give my best, but Ya’ll mock my style, my music , my look and then to top it all off one of you thinks you can stand up and tell me to keep quiet and think I’ll back down like a good, little girl.”
Pan turns and produces both middle fingers to the camera, then looks shaocked.
“Oh.. no, I don’t know how that happened, I just felt this impulsive reflexive urge to tell Crystal to go Cram it up her self entitled self. Then I realise, oh no there’s no room for Any more self-entitlement in Crystal, she has to get her jollies pokin’ me and telling me to shut my mouth or she’ll shut it for me.”
Pan shook her head with a small chuckle even if as her fingers went away.
“You know somethin’ guys and gals? I’ve –had- it with being pushed, and pushed and pushed, I’ve had it with people questioning’ who I am, what I do and where I do it.”
An annoyed little huff.
“I do what I like where I like and when I like you don’t –have- to like it, you don’t have to enjoy I t but Jesus people it’s the 21st century, you think maybe just MAYBE you’d give a girl a little respect?”
Pan sighs and looks down with a nod.
“It doesn’t have to be this way, we can be something greater, something awesome , we can hold this together, but I guess there’s only -one- way to get any kind of respect from you fickle fiends right? “
She lowly raises her head with a intense stare eyes burning through the camera a little.
“That’s to earn it through the blood, skin and bones of my opponents. I mean I can dance with the best of them, right? We know this I know this and yet I found myself on the mat , time after time after time and I’m wondering what the hell do I have to do? Is the talent? Is the spark? Do I just not care anymore? And then came the answer in the most unlikely of places.”
She paused for effect and smirked the reif showing somewhat in her face.
“Spike Kane, I want to thank you, I want to reach out my hand and most of all I want to hold you , comfort you and not even in a sexual way, a whole deal has been made about you and what you’re going through and Though most everyone else seems to be against you because of your checkered past? I will stand in front of you and say ‘I’m sorry’ I say. Be cool…All will be well.”
Pan seems to realize she had gotten side tracked and chuckles. Nodding to the sky just a bit.
“Ok so onto my opponent this week, Crystal Miller, whose entire point this week is to prove, what? That she can shut me up?”
A shake of herhead as he Jaw clearly stiffens and anger boils out of her a bit.
“Not unless you break my jaw and even than I’ll hum at you until you make me stop…Go ahead Crystal Shut me up…I –dare- you to try, The Silver Scream Queen who believe all people should speak when –she- tells them to? No way, I’m not living under your heel Some tinpot dictator who thinks she can tell me what to wear what to think what to breathe what to listen to. Brushing off words as if they no meaning.”
Pan practically snorts now in derision ,at the anger clearly etched on her face even as she starts to pace, left and right, animated in each motion whilst she glares into the camera.
“Ok Crystal, let’s dance, Let’s see just what it is you’ll bring this time to make yourself relevant, picking on Pandora who’s on a cold streak, typical coward move. If you had any stones you’d shoot for the stars and never look back."
Her anger rises like a Tsunami made of fire, even asshe 's holding back hereand tehre the e words are practially sput out
"But not you, you stick you head out of the ground everyone in a while to remind everyone you exist before you disappear again into irrelevancy, taking shot at what you use as weak, helpless defenseless, easy to trample on to stand up high and then get smashed into the dirt again by One of the Garcia’s so you sulk until you find some reason to pop out of your miserable little hole.”
A long pause she actually says what’s on her mind for a change, no holding back, the Tsunami has become something bigger.
“You disgust me, you shallow grave of a woman, everything you stand for disgusts me everything you work for makes my skin crawl like the ending of Requiem for a Dream, And then you just out right tell me to shut up or you’ll make me How about …Come make me.. When words are not enough we are derived to action, and action you will get, People ask Who is Pandora Freeman? I don’t need to –explain- myself to anyone! My words and my deeds are my heart on my sleeve, I play games, I dance I listen to all kinds of music and play it too, I quote comic books at Grieving men who deserve just an ounce of our compassion , and I walk into the face of –anyone- who tell me I am not allowed to have any of those things and I say….”
She gets closer, face twistign abit asshe keeps speakig nwitt h anger that rises with the beat inside.
“Kill me first I will –not- bow I will not –kneel- for anyone unless I am damn well ready to! Not You ! Not Eternity Not Sara Garcia, Not Kathy Conway ,Not Spike Kane, Not even Cable Arcane! I don’t care who you are or how bad you are I will –keep- coming back and saying ‘listen’ I’m like Navi up in this!”
Pan’s hair seems to fall a little out of place as she sways and closes her eyes and clenches a hand into a fist with a sigh and a shake of her head.
“And after all that, silence… and Hope, from here to Eternity. Crystal, …Come Sacrifice… We will dance, and dance and dance until you fall one by one..”
Pan sighs and looks down as she slowly sinks down on the floor, knees first and rubs at her forehead, emotion pouring through each motion as she doesn’t really looks sure which one she wants to pick. The nager fadign to an lamost vulnerable voice as she breathed, eyes closed
“You.... might wanna get outta here…”
The camera takes the Hint and gets out of dodge as we fade out.
fin
Yeah she’d joined in, told Fiona to zip it, because to be honest? It was annoying.
The same diatribe time after time after time, a never ending cycle of dog eat dog eat dog of personal beliefs that made her want to punch herself in the face, then came the words on the screen from Crystal.
Shut your Mouth, before I shut it for you.
She really didn’t respond because it was a classic troll tactic, searching for relevancy out of her own validation and knowing that such words would get some response, even as the likes came in, the car bumping along and she breathed a little and she shook her head.
Hell somebody had to have compassion , even for a man who’s Legend was as Dark as Spike Kane's.
Nobody should outlive their children, no person should have to watch a visualization of their own demons manifested in something that is in all intents? Theirs. She would never know that joy, she never could but that was her own personal secret, there was no Hope For her, no onwards momentum, but conversely She’d never know that pain that searing heart wrenching death of standing there trying to reconcile the anger of who to blame, what to do all the while the ‘bussiness’ was calling you and what did you have? What was there but that Belt?
In that moment Pan had Visions of Spike Kane doing very, very stupid, and she had to say -something - she didn’t even care what he said after, she had to raise her voice and so she called on that something she held for everyone else.
Hope.
The Blue lanterns creed was a very special thing, it represented no just Will or fear but the unending desire to hope in something better, it’s what had carried her from a circus to a Wrestling school, what carried her to DJ decks and creating music in the absence of many other things. What was carrying her through each and every day In an ugly world that very much wanted to grind her down.
Fuck ‘m and their judgment, who were they to tell her she wasn’t good enough?
Then there was what Gabriella Said.
Who is Pandora Freeman?
Maybe it’s time everyone understood that, maybe it’s time she stood up and took a little pride in the Kaleidoscope that was her. Maybe it was time she just cast everything away and went crazy and damned be the consequences, they would accept her from here to Eternity.
Let’s Do it.
Blue hair and eyes gazed out over a hotel Balcony rail, form clad in leggings boots and a Tanktop. Facing away from the camera as opposed to facing to it head cocking to glance to the camera and spoke with a cool tone for now.
“You know I’m getting sick of the diamonds, in general…I’ve tried o be nice, to be even handed to go in there and give my best, but Ya’ll mock my style, my music , my look and then to top it all off one of you thinks you can stand up and tell me to keep quiet and think I’ll back down like a good, little girl.”
Pan turns and produces both middle fingers to the camera, then looks shaocked.
“Oh.. no, I don’t know how that happened, I just felt this impulsive reflexive urge to tell Crystal to go Cram it up her self entitled self. Then I realise, oh no there’s no room for Any more self-entitlement in Crystal, she has to get her jollies pokin’ me and telling me to shut my mouth or she’ll shut it for me.”
Pan shook her head with a small chuckle even if as her fingers went away.
“You know somethin’ guys and gals? I’ve –had- it with being pushed, and pushed and pushed, I’ve had it with people questioning’ who I am, what I do and where I do it.”
An annoyed little huff.
“I do what I like where I like and when I like you don’t –have- to like it, you don’t have to enjoy I t but Jesus people it’s the 21st century, you think maybe just MAYBE you’d give a girl a little respect?”
Pan sighs and looks down with a nod.
“It doesn’t have to be this way, we can be something greater, something awesome , we can hold this together, but I guess there’s only -one- way to get any kind of respect from you fickle fiends right? “
She lowly raises her head with a intense stare eyes burning through the camera a little.
“That’s to earn it through the blood, skin and bones of my opponents. I mean I can dance with the best of them, right? We know this I know this and yet I found myself on the mat , time after time after time and I’m wondering what the hell do I have to do? Is the talent? Is the spark? Do I just not care anymore? And then came the answer in the most unlikely of places.”
She paused for effect and smirked the reif showing somewhat in her face.
“Spike Kane, I want to thank you, I want to reach out my hand and most of all I want to hold you , comfort you and not even in a sexual way, a whole deal has been made about you and what you’re going through and Though most everyone else seems to be against you because of your checkered past? I will stand in front of you and say ‘I’m sorry’ I say. Be cool…All will be well.”
Pan seems to realize she had gotten side tracked and chuckles. Nodding to the sky just a bit.
“Ok so onto my opponent this week, Crystal Miller, whose entire point this week is to prove, what? That she can shut me up?”
A shake of herhead as he Jaw clearly stiffens and anger boils out of her a bit.
“Not unless you break my jaw and even than I’ll hum at you until you make me stop…Go ahead Crystal Shut me up…I –dare- you to try, The Silver Scream Queen who believe all people should speak when –she- tells them to? No way, I’m not living under your heel Some tinpot dictator who thinks she can tell me what to wear what to think what to breathe what to listen to. Brushing off words as if they no meaning.”
Pan practically snorts now in derision ,at the anger clearly etched on her face even as she starts to pace, left and right, animated in each motion whilst she glares into the camera.
“Ok Crystal, let’s dance, Let’s see just what it is you’ll bring this time to make yourself relevant, picking on Pandora who’s on a cold streak, typical coward move. If you had any stones you’d shoot for the stars and never look back."
Her anger rises like a Tsunami made of fire, even asshe 's holding back hereand tehre the e words are practially sput out
"But not you, you stick you head out of the ground everyone in a while to remind everyone you exist before you disappear again into irrelevancy, taking shot at what you use as weak, helpless defenseless, easy to trample on to stand up high and then get smashed into the dirt again by One of the Garcia’s so you sulk until you find some reason to pop out of your miserable little hole.”
A long pause she actually says what’s on her mind for a change, no holding back, the Tsunami has become something bigger.
“You disgust me, you shallow grave of a woman, everything you stand for disgusts me everything you work for makes my skin crawl like the ending of Requiem for a Dream, And then you just out right tell me to shut up or you’ll make me How about …Come make me.. When words are not enough we are derived to action, and action you will get, People ask Who is Pandora Freeman? I don’t need to –explain- myself to anyone! My words and my deeds are my heart on my sleeve, I play games, I dance I listen to all kinds of music and play it too, I quote comic books at Grieving men who deserve just an ounce of our compassion , and I walk into the face of –anyone- who tell me I am not allowed to have any of those things and I say….”
She gets closer, face twistign abit asshe keeps speakig nwitt h anger that rises with the beat inside.
“Kill me first I will –not- bow I will not –kneel- for anyone unless I am damn well ready to! Not You ! Not Eternity Not Sara Garcia, Not Kathy Conway ,Not Spike Kane, Not even Cable Arcane! I don’t care who you are or how bad you are I will –keep- coming back and saying ‘listen’ I’m like Navi up in this!”
Pan’s hair seems to fall a little out of place as she sways and closes her eyes and clenches a hand into a fist with a sigh and a shake of her head.
“And after all that, silence… and Hope, from here to Eternity. Crystal, …Come Sacrifice… We will dance, and dance and dance until you fall one by one..”
Pan sighs and looks down as she slowly sinks down on the floor, knees first and rubs at her forehead, emotion pouring through each motion as she doesn’t really looks sure which one she wants to pick. The nager fadign to an lamost vulnerable voice as she breathed, eyes closed
“You.... might wanna get outta here…”
The camera takes the Hint and gets out of dodge as we fade out.
fin
Well howdy there pardner.