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| Out of the bag; Before the big house visit | |
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| Jo | Nov 6 2011, 12:41 PM Post #1 |
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Blink:
[size0]I'm pathetic, I'm pitiful and downright useless. We join little Miss. Sunshine inside of the Bad Girls dressing room as she stands looking toward either something or someone, I mean obviously right? She has to be standing in front of something. What though remains a bit of a mystery, but the mystery topping that one is how she's verbally degrading herself with such openness. Yes she still has her timid, meek tone of voice but she's never gotten this low about herself before. Maybe after all that thinking she did following the Halloween party has led her mind to this state. Blink: [size0]I know you wish to stop me, but please don't. This is not only something I must say, but that I must confess as well. So she's talking to someone. Not on the phone as for one thing her hands are down in front of her fidgeting around, not holding onto a phone. And we don't hear anything, so whoever is in here with her has only tried to interrupt with a gesture of some kind. They stop, seemingly, as Blink is allowed to continue. Blink: [size0]Ever since the start of this tour nothing has ever gone right for me. I don't know if you know this or not, but I'm hor-ri-ble at making any kind of decision. I freeze up, I worry. Not about me but everyone else. I worry how they'll be affected by my actions. And I hate that. She starts up crying again. She does that a lot, doesn't she? Maybe that's how she maintains such a small figure by crying out most, if not all, of her water weight. Blink: [size0]I worry that everyone will hate me if I decide something they don't want me doing. You want me away from Lady Emily and I don't go. Slowly you're hating me. More and more each day you keep asking yourself what you can do to help but every time you try I... A short gasp from Blink as she bows down to whomever this guardian angel of hers happens to be. The one looking out for her safety, the one she apparently believes despises her for being so stupid in staying with Emily. Blink: I'm sorry! I-I didn't...I didn't mean to tell you how to feel! Whether you hate me or not it's your business... [size0]I'm sorry. She lingers for a moment before straightening all but her head as she keeps that lowered. Her hands still fidget gently in front of her abdomen and the tears have stopped forming themselves in the corner of her eyes. For now. Blink: [size0]This week I'm in a very important match. I'm to fight Ar-chi-bald in the round robin to-ur-na...ment and...and... She breaks down again with another bow and once more cries out her apologies. Blink: I'm sorry! I know you told me to work on my speech im-pe-di-ment, I'm working...I promise! A-and I'm trying to work on my con-fi-dence in my voice...like you ordered me to do as well. [size0]I know I don't deserve the thought, but please...please at least think on considering the possibility that you might forgive me on my weaknesses. Silence. Hm, they must be thinking hard. Blink takes this as a sign that she isn't going to be forgiven now, or possibly ever, and so once more keeps her head lowered as she straightens herself back up. Blink: [size0]Lady Emily will want me to win this match. A win in this match will put me as a front runner for another Fighting Spirit Championship match. I-I know...I've done nothing t deserve another shot. I...I failed. I failed hor-ri-bly and I deserve to be removed from this to-ur-na-ment! But...I believe...if I win, then maybe...maybe Lady Nikita will have forgiven me. She'll come back...and I'll be happy. Another sudden gasp from Blink who bows. Blink: No...it shouldn't be about my hap-pi-ness. L-Lady Emily says...my hap-pi-ness means nothing, I don't win anything being happy. I win with skill, the lessons taught, and per-for-ming above anything I can do in the ring. [size0]So I can't win just for myself. I shouldn't win just for myself. I shouldn't even be thinking of myself in these matches. Lady Emily expects me to win...that—that's everything I need. She wants to see that her lessons are meaning something, that I'm able to learn and follow through. I...I'm afraid. Blink, who had straightened herself back up to no further point than before, eyes off to the side nervously. Blink: [size0]I'm afraid that if I lose...Lady Emily will remove me from her service. She'll no longer teach me and I'll have nothing. I don't know what I would ever do if that happened again. I can't go home. I have no home. My parents...they disowned me earlier this year. I couldn't go back and face Lady Catherine as this waste of space, her waste of space. I would be scared, alone, dead for certain. That's why I need to win this match, that's why you shouldn't-- Blink's speech is interrupted by a knocking on the door. From the other side there's the call of Ariel . Ariel: Miss. Madison? It's here that Blink suddenly remembers what she was in here to do in the first place before Ariel can remind her. A quick look around and Blink finally notices what she wanted and pulls it from her gym bag. Ariel: It's almost time for you guys to meet...are you ready yet? Removing her current shirt, Blink throws on one of her Max Rowley t-shirts (the black Time Bandit shirt) figuring that since the chances of running into either Emily or Catherine during her outing are pretty low. Though she doesn't know why she wishes not to run into Emily this time around, it's a confusing notion that has her speechless as she grips the bottom of the shirt that's only halfway on. Finally she figures it was just some glitch in her system that she'll tell the redhead about the next time she sees her. Any glitch in thought must be reported in order to keep it from spreading. She pulls the shirt down the rest of the way and looks toward the door. Blink: Y-yeah! Just about! [size0]Just getting prepped. Looking back over her shoulder, Blink eyes the wall she's been staring at since the beginning of this little “discussion” before pulling out a pair of pink rabbit ears from her bag as she heads out for the door. Blink: [size0]I'll finally tell him all of this...how I feel...everything today. She knows it's not Thursday as she places them overtop of her head but she likes wearing them. Is it a crime to be doing such a thing? Besides, she shouldn't even be wearing that Time Bandits T-shirt either, but on some days Blink just has to live dangerously. |
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