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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 15, 2014 14:56:40 GMT -6
My hair was still wet from my rather quick, but needed, shower. The halls were buzzing with employees in a frenzy, the PPV was over and it was time to tear everything down only to put it back in two weeks.
The routine of it was exhausting and now I was thrown right in the middle of it. Reaching over I grabbed my new belt... something I never wanted but in a surprise turn of events was ready to kill for. It had already begun and I could imagine the look on Devlin's face... nothing of surprise... and I think that is what I despised the most out of the situation.
The door opened and I heard heavy footsteps before it closed again. Not bothering to take my eyes off the belt to turn around I simply spoke, "I'm not in the mood right now."
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Post by V on Oct 15, 2014 15:00:55 GMT -6
The tone was amused, almost quiet.. even as the mask finally came off and was laid on the table.
"You're annoyed because you won?...Or because he did?"
He walked just into her vision finally some of the Louisiana twang starting to tilt the air.
"Don't look so glum, it cold be worse." |
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 15, 2014 15:06:49 GMT -6
"Both." I looked up at him as he walked around, seeing the mask missing for once. Probably because no one else would want to come to my locker room... defiantly not getting any congratulations.
"I suppose it could be worse, I have managed to keep the same level of blood in my body as I went to the ring with. So that is something new and Michael will no longer be a threat for your boss. Should make your job easier."
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Post by V on Oct 16, 2014 6:39:36 GMT -6
"So does you having that Belt, with fame comes attention, yes but attention brings a certain measure of security."
He smirks and sits on a table just watching her impassively, it was starting to get annoying, he just never flinched never moved like he was walking dead, a shell of the man who once stood there. |
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 16, 2014 9:18:58 GMT -6
"You sit colder than any solider my father has ever trained..." He watched her for a pay check but she was watching him for a read... A read that was basically impossible. The one people who she had ever seen move like that, act like that, were the people who had already lost everything... But V survived, and for some reason remained breathing... "You smell broken V and what little you do say seems to be just for my humor... What happened?"
She had a level of sincerity in her tone, after all they sort of depended upon each other. With her, he received a rather nice pay check and with him, she was allowed to live. A luxury she rather enjoyed but wasn't entirely opposed to it ending... everyone dies after all.
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Post by V on Oct 16, 2014 9:38:16 GMT -6
And at the question, there was finally the ghost of a smile, like a creature had pulled the flesh upwards into the mockery of pleasantry.
"I Died"
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 16, 2014 9:50:03 GMT -6
"Yet here you are... still breathing with the rest of us."
We were all shells in one way or another... but she could tell V was different. So she accepted the ghoulish smile and sat the belt down beside her. "This is going to make the game a lot more interesting..." It was directed towards him but she almost spoke to the belt, the game changer she now wanted to keep.
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Post by V on Oct 16, 2014 15:45:19 GMT -6
"I got better"
That seemed to be the end of it even as he regarded the belt and shook his head idly picking up the mask to track the steel that held it together.
"Such Material things." |
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 16, 2014 22:04:19 GMT -6
"Everything is material... and sometimes we need it... Ready to leave?" She stood up, grabbing the belt along with a gym bag, looking up at him.
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Post by V on Oct 17, 2014 5:02:31 GMT -6
A small chuckle as the Mask get slid on even as he finally looks at her evenly.
"I was ready when I stepped in."
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 17, 2014 18:14:25 GMT -6
"Such a man thing to say." Humor wasn't lost on Brooklyn, it was just dry... and hid a lot. See another joke...
She shoved the belt in the gym bag as she slung it over her shoulder, leaving the room after him. "We should get some take out... before you get back to work."
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Post by V on Oct 18, 2014 4:25:24 GMT -6
"Take out it is."
V opened the door for her even as he finally slipped the mask on again, which seemed to be his way of dealing with the rest of the world.
"You pick." |
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 20, 2014 1:01:35 GMT -6
"Chinese it is." They walked in silence most of the way, just about to reach outside as she commented on his mask. "That mask doesn't fix your problem, only makes it worse."
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Post by V on Oct 20, 2014 6:07:43 GMT -6
Was there a chuckle? You;d think there was.
"This isn't the mask."
he gestures to her and even for a moment runs a dirty thumb at her face with a a moment of benign tenderness that's so out of character for now it's almost unsettling.
"We all wear masks, even you, especially you. I'm just more honest with mine than most."
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 20, 2014 12:25:15 GMT -6
Her shying away from his motion or any contact really explained how she feeling. Unsettled... uncomfortable... any un-word would probably fit. But of course in Brooklyn fashion words were quick to follow any reaction possible. She was not fond of bring left speechless... but anyone.
"My mask doesn't create problems." Because denying she was wearing one would cause V to call her on her bullshit. She knew she wore one and she knew why.
"It stops them from starting. It's useful and necessary."
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