Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2014 10:36:33 GMT
{This takes place before Jack's recent post}
~Flashback, Monday December 1st, 2014~
::1:32PM::
Angel adjusts her pencil skirt, double checking her phone before raising her hand to knock on the door. It seemed lately that she’d been doing a lot of knocking on people’s doors. Next time someone needed to meet with her, she was going to tell them to come to her apartment for a change. The smell in the hallway borders on noxious to her nostrils and the state of the janitorial efforts left much to be desired. Before she can even bring her knuckles to the wood the door opens and she’s got the slender frame of one of her best friends wrapped around her awkwardly.
“Holli!” she says, prying the obviously slightly high girl from her. She takes a step back just as a waff of Marijuana floats from the apartment making Angel cough a little. “Are you... high again? I thought we agreed... if you are going to work with me no more of this....” she waves her hand toward the open apartment.
Holli smirks and Angel senses a little darkness that wasn’t there only last week. It annoys her that Jack Owyns’ influence seems to be corrupting her friend so easily, but once again other than slight irritants he treated her like a queen so she bit her tongue on that.
“Angel, come on. I’m not actually doing work for you right now. I don’t come to work for you like this nor do I do it often. At least not as often as I did when I was lost in California.”
Angel has a moment to look at her appearance. She’s got her blonde hair up in a messy makeshift bun. She’s got on a pink tank and boyshorts that seem to show more than cover.
“What are you wearing?” Angel isn’t used to seeing her normally conservative friend so provocatively dressed. Her eyes go wide and Holli rolls her own.
“Just come in and have a seat. I’ll have a shower and be ready to go okay? I’m perfectly fine. Relax! You’re way too high strung and even more so since your night out with Priscilla.”
Angel purses her lips. “Don’t even mention that... that... near disaster!”
“Please. Prissy was just trying to lighten you up. Anyway, I’ll be out in like twenty okay?”
“Fine.”
Holli winks at her before running off down a hallway. Angel steps into the apartment and worries that she’s going to smell questionable the rest of the day. Her body language doesn’t go unnoticed by the man sitting on the sofa who had observed the whole exchange with a cocky smirk on his face. She finally sees him and startles.
“Señor Owyns. I hardly noticed you there, you seem to blend into your sofa.”
“What’s up bitch.” Jack gives her a salute with two fingers, and a cocky grin at that. “You… you look fuckin’ uncomfortable. WHAT!? My homestead, not up to your fuckin’ standards? If I knew, you were coming, I’d have fuckin’ tidy up, you know.” Jack glances around, at the mess littered around his apartment. “Actually, nah, probably wouldn’t have. Can I offer you a drink? I got… hmmm, I think Soda, water; I definitely have fuckin’ whiskey.”
She takes a deep breath, remains standing. "No, thank you. And your home is... accogliente..."
She continues to appraise his apartment silently, not really knowing what to say to him seeing as though they had virtually nothing in common.
“Do not fuckin’ lie… I can see, from the look on your fuckin’ face… YOU, do not find my place cozy. You… look disgusted. So tell me… ANGEL! No wait, HEY you still haven’t fuckin’ said thank you to me, you know. I helped you win your first match. I fuckin’ think… a THANK YOU is in order, don’tcha.” He slightly tilts his head, looking towards Angelina as if she isn’t even there.
"Well maybe when you can actually look me in the eyes I might actually be able to have a conversation with you that does not have me believing you are actually here on earth and not up in space. And Niente...I will not thank you for that disgusting display. I would rather have lost cleanly to Damian then to have won dirty with YOUR help."
Her hands go to her hips, an obvious change in her body language giving away her mood.
"Holland might find your behaviour endearing, although heaven knows why, but I do not. The only reason I do not advise her against fraternizing with you is because I have observed your obvious adoration of her and as much as I abhour your methods, I know you would never abuse her...trust... The way that Señor Daniels did."
There is an air of arrogance in her voice. Although she would never admit it to anybody including herself, she does believe she is better than most people she encounters.
“What can I say… she likes the fuckin’ bad boy’s, which so happens.” Jack pauses, twirling both his hands in front of him, before pointing at himself with a grin. “ To be ME!”
Jack leans forward, and with much effort pushes himself up off the sofa, so he’s in a standing position. He steps over his poor display of a coffee table, standing a foot away from Angelina.
“I’m looking you in the eyes now, am I fuckin’ not? So first thing… I’d NEVER abuse Holli… physically or fuckin’ mentally. So you are fuckin’ right about that.” Jack holds up two fingers, right in Angelina face. “SECOND thing… WINNING -- guess what -- is fuckin’ winning. Cheating to win, winning cleanly, or how ever you may fuckin’ put it, ALL equal the same thing… WINNING! So you should just be fuckin’ happy, you got the win. AIGHT!?”
"I am appalled at myself for my actions last week. Cheating totally defeats all the time and effort I put into training to get here. Wins mean nothing if you need help to get them. Just because I am the new girl around here does not mean that I am not without the skills needed to WIN on my own merit. Maybe that exsistence is appealing to you but it certainly isn't to me."
She looks him straight in the eyes, not backing down. Not intimidated.
“BOO!” Jack laughs; shaking his head at Angelina. “Whatever… Tell yourself that, whatever you fuckin’ want. BUT, all that fuckin’ matters, is YOU, getting the win in the very end. No matter the cost. You can fuckin’ try, to take the good guy route, but guess what? THAT, will only get you so fuckin’ far… the good guy, always finishes fuckin’ last. AND, are so fuckin’ boring.”
She crosses her arms across her chest, "Well good thing I'm not here to amuse you Jack. All I know is that the guilt I feel now was not worth that one moment of satisfaction."
She immediately realizes she's admitted to liking how the feeling of hitting Kadien in the head felt and puts a hand to her mouth, her eyes going wide in shock, "I mean... But...."
“AH-HA, Look at fuckin’ that… Miss goodie-good, actually fuckin’ enjoyed clocking Kaiden in the head with the brass knuckles. You fuckin’ enjoyed it.” He steps away from Angelina; making his way over towards a cupboard. He opens the cupboard door pulling out a clean glass. “Talking all this shit, about fighting clean, and when she had the fuckin’ oppurtinity to fight clean, she resorted to playing dirty. I seen the look in your eyes. It made you feel… FUCKIN’ GOOD!”
Jack reached and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, using his mouth to twist the cap off before spitting it onto the floor. “So how about this…” Instead of using the glass he drank right from the bottle. “AH, Stop fuckin’ pretending, aight.”
"You know what the problem is today? Society puts too much pressure on success. That's why people feel like they have to cheat!"
She follows him, talking at him instead of to him, watching in slight disgust as he downed the amber liquid straight from the bottle. She shutters. Brushing it off she continues,
"Okay fine, in that split second the adrenaline ruled my brain but I don't have an addictive personality, therefore I will not do it again. Its bad enough that when people look at Marty all they see is deception so anybody who sides with him is automatically a 'bad guy'. But I refuse to believe anybody is truly bad. Even you Jack Owyns! We just make bad choices."
It almost sounds like she's trying to convince herself more than him.
“I don’t make bad choices. I’m fully fuckin’ aware of every decision I make, and…” He pours the glass half full, and before he is even finished pouring the glass is empty. “They always, are the right choice. AND, me, I am a bad person… AND I’m fuckin’ okay with that. Shit, I always sleep a good nights sleep too. Marty, he’s the fuckin’ same. AND, don’t try and fuckin’ kid yourself, acting like he isn’t. Same with that whore Priscilla.”
Jack begins refilling his glass. “And everybody fuckin’ says that. It was a one time fuckin’ thing, but THEN, the moment falls into their lap AGAIN, and guess what ANGEL. They do the exact same thing again. Its just fuckin’ instinict, you can’t help it. AND, I wouldn’t fuckin’ label it an addiction, I’d label it, doing what is fuckin’ needed to win.”
"I don't believe that! I refuse to. I made a mistake giving into the temptation to take the easy way out, just like your using that posion in a bottle to give you yours. No one said life was easy. No one should expect to get something from nothing. All I see is a man that for some unfathomable reason one of my best friends is in love with, is slowly killing himself. Maybe Holli won't say it but I will! If you have any semblance of a heart left you'd think about what seeing you like this must do to her!" She's practically shouting. The anger starts to simmer and she realizes that with her allowing her anger to once again get the better of her, she's been unable to keep a lid on her internal feelings. The other side to the normally cool reserved Angelina Bellini. Even though she realizes her folly she continues to stare the man down.
“Fuck you!” Jack shouted in anger. Holli was a touchy subject for Jack, and Angel using her, in a way to what he felt hurt him, drove him mad. “How about, get the fuck out of here. LEAVE!” Jack said pointing towards the door. Jack stormed off not even looking, to see if Angel even left as he slammed his door shut, and a few seconds later music began to blare, as Angel turned and stormed out slamming the door behind her as Holli stepped out of the bathroom confusion etched on her face. She knows better than to talk to either of them about it further. Both stubborn and pigheaded.
She waits a good fifteen minutes before taking a deep breath and knocking at the bedroom door.
~Flashback, Monday December 1st, 2014~
::1:32PM::
Angel adjusts her pencil skirt, double checking her phone before raising her hand to knock on the door. It seemed lately that she’d been doing a lot of knocking on people’s doors. Next time someone needed to meet with her, she was going to tell them to come to her apartment for a change. The smell in the hallway borders on noxious to her nostrils and the state of the janitorial efforts left much to be desired. Before she can even bring her knuckles to the wood the door opens and she’s got the slender frame of one of her best friends wrapped around her awkwardly.
“Holli!” she says, prying the obviously slightly high girl from her. She takes a step back just as a waff of Marijuana floats from the apartment making Angel cough a little. “Are you... high again? I thought we agreed... if you are going to work with me no more of this....” she waves her hand toward the open apartment.
Holli smirks and Angel senses a little darkness that wasn’t there only last week. It annoys her that Jack Owyns’ influence seems to be corrupting her friend so easily, but once again other than slight irritants he treated her like a queen so she bit her tongue on that.
“Angel, come on. I’m not actually doing work for you right now. I don’t come to work for you like this nor do I do it often. At least not as often as I did when I was lost in California.”
Angel has a moment to look at her appearance. She’s got her blonde hair up in a messy makeshift bun. She’s got on a pink tank and boyshorts that seem to show more than cover.
“What are you wearing?” Angel isn’t used to seeing her normally conservative friend so provocatively dressed. Her eyes go wide and Holli rolls her own.
“Just come in and have a seat. I’ll have a shower and be ready to go okay? I’m perfectly fine. Relax! You’re way too high strung and even more so since your night out with Priscilla.”
Angel purses her lips. “Don’t even mention that... that... near disaster!”
“Please. Prissy was just trying to lighten you up. Anyway, I’ll be out in like twenty okay?”
“Fine.”
Holli winks at her before running off down a hallway. Angel steps into the apartment and worries that she’s going to smell questionable the rest of the day. Her body language doesn’t go unnoticed by the man sitting on the sofa who had observed the whole exchange with a cocky smirk on his face. She finally sees him and startles.
“Señor Owyns. I hardly noticed you there, you seem to blend into your sofa.”
“What’s up bitch.” Jack gives her a salute with two fingers, and a cocky grin at that. “You… you look fuckin’ uncomfortable. WHAT!? My homestead, not up to your fuckin’ standards? If I knew, you were coming, I’d have fuckin’ tidy up, you know.” Jack glances around, at the mess littered around his apartment. “Actually, nah, probably wouldn’t have. Can I offer you a drink? I got… hmmm, I think Soda, water; I definitely have fuckin’ whiskey.”
She takes a deep breath, remains standing. "No, thank you. And your home is... accogliente..."
She continues to appraise his apartment silently, not really knowing what to say to him seeing as though they had virtually nothing in common.
“Do not fuckin’ lie… I can see, from the look on your fuckin’ face… YOU, do not find my place cozy. You… look disgusted. So tell me… ANGEL! No wait, HEY you still haven’t fuckin’ said thank you to me, you know. I helped you win your first match. I fuckin’ think… a THANK YOU is in order, don’tcha.” He slightly tilts his head, looking towards Angelina as if she isn’t even there.
"Well maybe when you can actually look me in the eyes I might actually be able to have a conversation with you that does not have me believing you are actually here on earth and not up in space. And Niente...I will not thank you for that disgusting display. I would rather have lost cleanly to Damian then to have won dirty with YOUR help."
Her hands go to her hips, an obvious change in her body language giving away her mood.
"Holland might find your behaviour endearing, although heaven knows why, but I do not. The only reason I do not advise her against fraternizing with you is because I have observed your obvious adoration of her and as much as I abhour your methods, I know you would never abuse her...trust... The way that Señor Daniels did."
There is an air of arrogance in her voice. Although she would never admit it to anybody including herself, she does believe she is better than most people she encounters.
“What can I say… she likes the fuckin’ bad boy’s, which so happens.” Jack pauses, twirling both his hands in front of him, before pointing at himself with a grin. “ To be ME!”
Jack leans forward, and with much effort pushes himself up off the sofa, so he’s in a standing position. He steps over his poor display of a coffee table, standing a foot away from Angelina.
“I’m looking you in the eyes now, am I fuckin’ not? So first thing… I’d NEVER abuse Holli… physically or fuckin’ mentally. So you are fuckin’ right about that.” Jack holds up two fingers, right in Angelina face. “SECOND thing… WINNING -- guess what -- is fuckin’ winning. Cheating to win, winning cleanly, or how ever you may fuckin’ put it, ALL equal the same thing… WINNING! So you should just be fuckin’ happy, you got the win. AIGHT!?”
"I am appalled at myself for my actions last week. Cheating totally defeats all the time and effort I put into training to get here. Wins mean nothing if you need help to get them. Just because I am the new girl around here does not mean that I am not without the skills needed to WIN on my own merit. Maybe that exsistence is appealing to you but it certainly isn't to me."
She looks him straight in the eyes, not backing down. Not intimidated.
“BOO!” Jack laughs; shaking his head at Angelina. “Whatever… Tell yourself that, whatever you fuckin’ want. BUT, all that fuckin’ matters, is YOU, getting the win in the very end. No matter the cost. You can fuckin’ try, to take the good guy route, but guess what? THAT, will only get you so fuckin’ far… the good guy, always finishes fuckin’ last. AND, are so fuckin’ boring.”
She crosses her arms across her chest, "Well good thing I'm not here to amuse you Jack. All I know is that the guilt I feel now was not worth that one moment of satisfaction."
She immediately realizes she's admitted to liking how the feeling of hitting Kadien in the head felt and puts a hand to her mouth, her eyes going wide in shock, "I mean... But...."
“AH-HA, Look at fuckin’ that… Miss goodie-good, actually fuckin’ enjoyed clocking Kaiden in the head with the brass knuckles. You fuckin’ enjoyed it.” He steps away from Angelina; making his way over towards a cupboard. He opens the cupboard door pulling out a clean glass. “Talking all this shit, about fighting clean, and when she had the fuckin’ oppurtinity to fight clean, she resorted to playing dirty. I seen the look in your eyes. It made you feel… FUCKIN’ GOOD!”
Jack reached and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, using his mouth to twist the cap off before spitting it onto the floor. “So how about this…” Instead of using the glass he drank right from the bottle. “AH, Stop fuckin’ pretending, aight.”
"You know what the problem is today? Society puts too much pressure on success. That's why people feel like they have to cheat!"
She follows him, talking at him instead of to him, watching in slight disgust as he downed the amber liquid straight from the bottle. She shutters. Brushing it off she continues,
"Okay fine, in that split second the adrenaline ruled my brain but I don't have an addictive personality, therefore I will not do it again. Its bad enough that when people look at Marty all they see is deception so anybody who sides with him is automatically a 'bad guy'. But I refuse to believe anybody is truly bad. Even you Jack Owyns! We just make bad choices."
It almost sounds like she's trying to convince herself more than him.
“I don’t make bad choices. I’m fully fuckin’ aware of every decision I make, and…” He pours the glass half full, and before he is even finished pouring the glass is empty. “They always, are the right choice. AND, me, I am a bad person… AND I’m fuckin’ okay with that. Shit, I always sleep a good nights sleep too. Marty, he’s the fuckin’ same. AND, don’t try and fuckin’ kid yourself, acting like he isn’t. Same with that whore Priscilla.”
Jack begins refilling his glass. “And everybody fuckin’ says that. It was a one time fuckin’ thing, but THEN, the moment falls into their lap AGAIN, and guess what ANGEL. They do the exact same thing again. Its just fuckin’ instinict, you can’t help it. AND, I wouldn’t fuckin’ label it an addiction, I’d label it, doing what is fuckin’ needed to win.”
"I don't believe that! I refuse to. I made a mistake giving into the temptation to take the easy way out, just like your using that posion in a bottle to give you yours. No one said life was easy. No one should expect to get something from nothing. All I see is a man that for some unfathomable reason one of my best friends is in love with, is slowly killing himself. Maybe Holli won't say it but I will! If you have any semblance of a heart left you'd think about what seeing you like this must do to her!" She's practically shouting. The anger starts to simmer and she realizes that with her allowing her anger to once again get the better of her, she's been unable to keep a lid on her internal feelings. The other side to the normally cool reserved Angelina Bellini. Even though she realizes her folly she continues to stare the man down.
“Fuck you!” Jack shouted in anger. Holli was a touchy subject for Jack, and Angel using her, in a way to what he felt hurt him, drove him mad. “How about, get the fuck out of here. LEAVE!” Jack said pointing towards the door. Jack stormed off not even looking, to see if Angel even left as he slammed his door shut, and a few seconds later music began to blare, as Angel turned and stormed out slamming the door behind her as Holli stepped out of the bathroom confusion etched on her face. She knows better than to talk to either of them about it further. Both stubborn and pigheaded.
She waits a good fifteen minutes before taking a deep breath and knocking at the bedroom door.
