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Mutiny on the bounty?; What the hell is "Infoporno"?
Topic Started: Jul 21 2010, 08:28 AM (38 Views)
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Emily’s hotel room, three rooms to be exact. Well, two bedrooms and the living room set up in between. Hell one might be able to classify this as an apartment. It’s nighttime and thus the lights are on bright outside bringing about a better view of the Las Vegas strip. I’d like to say that Emily’s room is in the perfect location, but I can only be so nice for so long. Therefore, while you can see most of it there’s still quite a lot more to be seen.

The redhead in question can be found laying on her bed dressed for sleep in a pair of, you got the colour, red satin pyjamas. Two pieces, of course, and her hair done up with a few clips in the back.


Emily: Damn it…why is there never anything good on this late at night. Porno…porno…porno…info—what? Infoporno?

Just out of morbid curiosity, Emily selects the Infoporno and sure enough the first thing that hits her are the screaming sounds of ecstasy. Not too overly impressed, Emily continues flipping through the various channels until she comes to a late night sports report. Okay, a re-replay of a sports report that seems to catch her attention some. Mainly due to the fact that it’s a Summer of Sin special. A few muttered obscenities before Emily races out of her room a moment too late. The screams of ecstasy certainly have nothing on this one.




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Same location, just the other room across from the living room with the exact same view out of the window, the only real difference being the occupants and the fact that the television isn’t on. Seated at the edge of the bed are Blink and Cyndi, both dressed as though they had just walked in after a visit to the strip. Of course while Cyndi is still in her black suit and tie, it seems Blink has taken a newfound liking of Las Vegas. At least that’s what her t-shirt says. However, even in the t-shirt and the foam shark shaped cap, she can’t help but feel upset about something.

Blink: I swear that was her, Cyndi.

Cyndi: You’re absolutely positive even knowing she died right in front of you.

Blink: I know, but her hand…it felt so familiar when she took hold of it.

Cyndi: Did you get a look at her face?

Blink removes the shark cap and turns it around in her hands so the happy(?) shark is staring up at her with its googly eyes.

Blink: No, just when she was turning you and Lady Emily came out.

Cyndi: Hm. I read somewhere that when people die their loved ones will often see them for bits of time soon following the incident.

Blink: But you and Lady Emily saw her, I’m not crazy!

Cyndi: It would be simple to assume this was just a mental stimulus.

Blink: Huh?

Cyndi: Your mind creating a projection in order to give you strength. She certainly would give you that as well as her promise to protect you and…

Realizing she’s going just a small step too far, Cyndi turns toward Blink who’s now looking beyond the shark cap as her fingers pinch the fin.

Cyndi: Sorry.

Blink: It’s okay.

Cyndi doesn’t seem to think it’s okay as she tries and finds something to keep Blink’s mind off of such situations.

Cyndi: How about a little TV? Sports Report should have its third airing on by now.

Blink: Third airing?

Cyndi: I watch all airings to make sure I can give Miss. Emily a detailed report whenever needed.

Blink watches Cyndi with slight amazement over this dedication to her job. She seems so deep into watching her in fact, that she doesn’t notice the sudden blush in Cyndi’s cheek when she accidentally turns the TV on to a porno right in the midst of their single lesbian scene. With frantic thought, Cyndi changes the channel to something more appropriate for the time and sighs out some relief turning toward Blink with a smile.

Cyndi: Here we are. Looks as though they’re showcasing your opponent Anna.

With a soft smile herself, Blink turns toward the TV but gains a horrific look over her face instead. Outside of their door, Emily just reaches the handle when she hears Blink’s loud shriek.

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Sobbing deeply in Cyndi’s shoulder as the blond keeps one hand over the pink hair and one sliding up and down her back, Blink can’t help but go over the image time and time again of Anna standing over the headstone openly mocking it and the apparent inhabitant. Even though it was a staged set, it certainly left its mark on the younger talent. Emily, on the other hand, leans her back against the wall shaking her head in disgust.

Emily: Oh sure, it’s the dyke’s tombstone you get all upset about. No need to care about the one she carved for me. No, no, don’t shed any tears for my apparent fate. I’ll manage myself somehow with you whimpering like a whipped mutt.

This doesn’t seem to be helping (no, you think?) Blink any, so Emily tries a fresh approach. One that has her pushing herself away from the wall and closer to the other side of the room walking past and catching the eyes of the blond assistant along the way, not for long mind you as Cyndi turns her attention back down to Blink.

Emily: You realize that all she’s doing is trying to upset you, right? Split this team apart and what not by driving you deeper and deeper into despair? Despair, I might add, being the very thing you just got out of. So if you don’t stop crying like that, I’ll—

Cyndi: Miss. Emily,

The sudden intrusion from the blond obviously catches Emily off guard as Cyndi raises her head to match the gaze with her mistress.

Cyndi: I humbly request you step down as Blink’s partner in this coming match and allow me the opportunity instead.

Emily: What? What did you just say?

Cyndi: I apologize if this seems a bit much,

Emily: “A bit much”?

Cyndi: But over the course of these past couple of weeks it’s become quite evident that you’ve allowed your own honour and retribution take complete hold of you. It’s spanned through greater lengths than that even right to the moment of your injury.

Emily: What are you talking about?

Cyndi: The sole reason you allowed Blink to compete was the hit list, was it not?

Emily: That’s been said since the beginning. So?

Cyndi: After adding Anna to the list Blink has been suffering from great depression and when her friend died she sank even lower. However a few words from her mentor have proved not nearly enough to officially calm her of this state of depression.

Emily: What are you saying? That Blink’s only been acting so cheerfully these past few days?

Cyndi: She realizes that this match is far more important to you than it is for her. It’s once again your chance for retribution and to fully reclaim your honour. To her it’s supposed to be a chance to show the fans how much she cared for her friend. However, she can’t fully grasp that concept because to her, your views clearly over shadow her own. Some would suggest she’s far more loyal to you than I am.

Emily: You’re not making much sense here with your reasoning. You’re suggesting I leave the match simply because I wish to be in it?

Cyndi: That’s it exactly, Miss. Emily. With you out of the match, Blink will be able to see her own reasoning for competing and thus—

Blink: Stop it.

Half because of her muffled mouth and half because she’s back to her former self, Blink speaks in a silent tone as she stands up away from Cyndi’s caring embrace.

Blink: [size0]It’s obvious to me that nobody cares about this match the way I do. Lara Toni hasn’t shown the slightest bit of interest. Anna only seems concerned with her own desire of beating Lady Emily. And Lady Emily,

Blink turns toward said individual.

Blink: [size0]You just seem concerned with maintaining your status. Maybe I was just stupid to think this would actually be a memorial match instead of the test of burnt egos. I really wanted to go out there and compete as though Catherine were right there watching me from the front row cheering me on. I thought I could enter and leave this match with a smile.

Emily: Obviously you are stupid to think all of that. It doesn’t matter which of us started the trash talking, but it was well evident that at least some would take place between Anna-darling and myself.

Blink: [size0]I know. I just got greedy myself with how this match was going to turn out and completely lost sight of everything that was destined to happen. I don’t blame the three of you for not caring for the aspect of this match as much as I do, but I was still surprised. Therefore, I’m going home to spend some more time in Catherine’s room. Whether or not I ever come out again I know won’t mean anything to yourself, Anna, or Lara.

A slight bow toward Emily and Blink makes her way toward the door as Cyndi rises up from the couch wanting to be the catalyst that stops her, but a turning redhead blocks her path.

Emily: Going back in there to cry some more, I bet.

Blink stops dead in her tracks. For a moment it looks as though she’s rethinking her next move, but simply looks over her shoulder and smiles. Cheerfully.

Blink: [size0]That’s it exactly.

Surprised by that outcome, Emily watches as Blink opens the door. However, the redhead seemingly can’t lose out on the last word as she simply turns her back toward her departing student.

Emily: Tch, just don’t be late for the match.

No words from the departing Blink as she closes the door behind her leaving Emily and Cyndi alone in the hotel room. After a moment, Emily turns and hurries into her room to get some much needed sleep as Cyndi looks from the redheads closing door to the main door directly in front of her.
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