Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Oct 19, 2014 16:34:01 GMT -6
Crap weather or not there was still more than enough daylight to wake her from her concoction induced slumber. Cocooned in her sheets and her mouth gawping and dried out, her eyes reluctantly open as she lets out a groan that could have gotten her a part as a walker. Moving onto her stomach she buries her head beneath her pillow.
Davina: It cannot be morning…
Eventually she uses all her efforts to roll out from her sheets and pushes herself up to her feet. She looked a state. The usually preened Princess of Professional Wrestling had an extra long peroxide bird’s nest, her bra and no underwear to which she thought was bizarre. With no energy to think any more on why this was she dragged her feet and slowly made her way out to the hallway of her apartment and then into the kitchenette. Coffee would sort this out but then so would a glass of something stronger if she was going to wait for the kettle to boil. She flicks the switch on her kettle then takes an opened bottle from rack against the wall and pulls out the cork so she could take a mouthful. Something of a sigh later she then decides that making coffee was all important.
Moments later she was wandering into her living room. It was a state with all the possessions she’d just left where they fell after a hard night out. Picking up a coat from one of the sofas, she throws it onto another one so she could sit down with her coffee and a fluffy pillow on her lap. Her head was pounding yet it was as if she had gotten used to that. A sure way to know this was her life for a while already. After all what would a woman only driven by her career do when the very thing that keeps her ticking is no longer part of her everyday life? She missed it. All of it. The good, bad and the ugly Globalverse. It didn’t matter that she was despised. Not for a woman who would rather have you feel something, anything for her than nothing at all. It was what she fed off, what gave her that undeniable life force and now there was none of that she was clearly “dying”. In business, you don’t need friends but there hadn’t been anything business for months and even though money wasn’t an issue, even she would have hated to admit the fact she was lonely and without purpose. She blows the steam from her mug and tentatively takes a sip.
Davina: That was hot…
Dialogue for mundane things seemed to happen more often as if it filled the voids because unlike common belief Barbie didn’t just go back in the box once she was played with but random words to herself were better than thinking…in fact anything was better than thinking. Anything to shut out the thoughts that success was now a thing of the past, that all efforts to thwart Leon and Eva had backfired and worst of all, the bait for her plan to get what she wanted became the very reason she was here. Staring into space she ponders trying to recall the night before. It was there but only in random tidbits. Enough that remembered bumping into a woman she could have taken GZW by storm with, the “sister” of her aptly named arch nemesis and getting home in one piece thanks to her in spite of her impatience for the very behaviour she was infamous for. Not even fazed by the night’s depravity she continues to stare but her gaze moves to the mantel where the centrepiece was still the framed photo of her daughter even if it was only in name. Still centrepiece and yet it was replaced after someone had entered her apartment in the past and had taken the original. That person was never revealed but she didn’t go from it that it could have been the only woman who had access at the time – Janet Freeman.
The photo was old now though. The child was about five and posing for her first school photo yet now she was close to ten years old and a different being altogether. No longer the crying, vile creature that excreted from every orifice but a blossoming mini female that probably looked like her if it wasn’t for the fact she was influenced by the one woman she could quite happily rid herself of…again…
But maybe it was a sign…or the drugs? Maybe she was supposed to be here and able to give her attention to something other than wrestling and its selfishness. Maybe she was supposed to be this mother she had pretended to be? It had to be easier now too, right? A roll of the eyes dismissed any of that nonsense in favour of leaning over towards the table and picking up her phone that was on the floor beside it. With a push of a few buttons, she was pressing the phone to her ear, waiting for an answer…
Davina: It cannot be morning…
Eventually she uses all her efforts to roll out from her sheets and pushes herself up to her feet. She looked a state. The usually preened Princess of Professional Wrestling had an extra long peroxide bird’s nest, her bra and no underwear to which she thought was bizarre. With no energy to think any more on why this was she dragged her feet and slowly made her way out to the hallway of her apartment and then into the kitchenette. Coffee would sort this out but then so would a glass of something stronger if she was going to wait for the kettle to boil. She flicks the switch on her kettle then takes an opened bottle from rack against the wall and pulls out the cork so she could take a mouthful. Something of a sigh later she then decides that making coffee was all important.
Moments later she was wandering into her living room. It was a state with all the possessions she’d just left where they fell after a hard night out. Picking up a coat from one of the sofas, she throws it onto another one so she could sit down with her coffee and a fluffy pillow on her lap. Her head was pounding yet it was as if she had gotten used to that. A sure way to know this was her life for a while already. After all what would a woman only driven by her career do when the very thing that keeps her ticking is no longer part of her everyday life? She missed it. All of it. The good, bad and the ugly Globalverse. It didn’t matter that she was despised. Not for a woman who would rather have you feel something, anything for her than nothing at all. It was what she fed off, what gave her that undeniable life force and now there was none of that she was clearly “dying”. In business, you don’t need friends but there hadn’t been anything business for months and even though money wasn’t an issue, even she would have hated to admit the fact she was lonely and without purpose. She blows the steam from her mug and tentatively takes a sip.
Davina: That was hot…
Dialogue for mundane things seemed to happen more often as if it filled the voids because unlike common belief Barbie didn’t just go back in the box once she was played with but random words to herself were better than thinking…in fact anything was better than thinking. Anything to shut out the thoughts that success was now a thing of the past, that all efforts to thwart Leon and Eva had backfired and worst of all, the bait for her plan to get what she wanted became the very reason she was here. Staring into space she ponders trying to recall the night before. It was there but only in random tidbits. Enough that remembered bumping into a woman she could have taken GZW by storm with, the “sister” of her aptly named arch nemesis and getting home in one piece thanks to her in spite of her impatience for the very behaviour she was infamous for. Not even fazed by the night’s depravity she continues to stare but her gaze moves to the mantel where the centrepiece was still the framed photo of her daughter even if it was only in name. Still centrepiece and yet it was replaced after someone had entered her apartment in the past and had taken the original. That person was never revealed but she didn’t go from it that it could have been the only woman who had access at the time – Janet Freeman.
The photo was old now though. The child was about five and posing for her first school photo yet now she was close to ten years old and a different being altogether. No longer the crying, vile creature that excreted from every orifice but a blossoming mini female that probably looked like her if it wasn’t for the fact she was influenced by the one woman she could quite happily rid herself of…again…
But maybe it was a sign…or the drugs? Maybe she was supposed to be here and able to give her attention to something other than wrestling and its selfishness. Maybe she was supposed to be this mother she had pretended to be? It had to be easier now too, right? A roll of the eyes dismissed any of that nonsense in favour of leaning over towards the table and picking up her phone that was on the floor beside it. With a push of a few buttons, she was pressing the phone to her ear, waiting for an answer…
