Post by Dollface on Jul 3, 2015 21:59:30 GMT -5
The crowds, the lights, the confusion immediately put Kelli in mind of Trauma. The next Trauma coming up far sooner than she was anywhere near ready for, her thoughts whirling around in her head with no semblance of rhyme or reason.
Now Stormm's on the OTHER side! Which is great, because then I can kick his fat face in for not even bothering to help last time! Not that I really let him help, but what the hell, right? NCM thought he was going to help me, but NO ONE can help me. Not even that crazy bastard, not even his army of hobos. Does he even have an army anymore? What kind of king doesn't have an army? Then there's Loki, and fuck that guy, because REASONS. He thinks he's some kind of badass from the golden days of PCW legend, and really he's just a fucking joke. God he's going to beat my ass. They're all going to beat my ass because I am so completely fucked out of my head right now I can't even think.
Kelli staggers towards the unisex restroom, her stomach and mind having an incredibly uncomfortable fistfight somewhere in her middle.
But hey, I'll have friends to fight with this time. At least it's friends I can sort of maybe trust slightly more than not. At least it's Showtime, and at least it's Grimm.
Kelli's few thoughts of solace are not happy ones, but they're all that remains to her this night. Trauma 175 was rapidly approaching, nearly upon her and she was anything but prepared.
Showtime... Showtime said he could help me, but I don't think Sadistic would like it. Sadistic wouldn't like it, and we don't want to do the things he doesn't like. Daddy makes it hurt when we disobey.
Staring into the mirror, she watches the image shift, blurring and twitching in and out like a bad glitch. Only long experience in horror survival videogames kept her from being terrified.
I want out. I need to get out. They hurt people, the things they've done, the things I helped them do. What Sadistic did to Eira... she can be mean, but that...a BABY...
"Too much."
Leaning forward, she retches violently into the sink, a mix of colors and textures spewing forth. Gripping the porcelain edges she trembles as her body heaves in uncontrolled spasms. Looking up she watches her reflection with detached interest, wondering if her makeup was really that fucked up or if it was the drugs making her see things.
"ALL THE DRUGS!"
A maniacal cackle breaks off into a sob, shifting into a demented giggle, arms locking around her abdomen as sharp pain spiked through her core. It might not have been ALL the drugs, but she wasn't far wrong. In a desperate attempt to quiet her mind and her conscience, Kelli had snuck into the product holdings of Nova Pharmaceutical and helped herself to fistfuls of various substances. Pills and tablets, capsules and the odd liquid here or there. Of course staying at home would have been ridiculous, so Kelli had gotten herself to the nearest club. In the industrial district of a large city. In the middle of the night.
Showtime's words ricocheted around her head, bouncing around sound bytes of Sadistic, accompanied by Grimm's icy eyes and Ruth's disdainful stares. They hated her. They all hated her.
I hate them too. I hate all of them. They're so mean. I don't need them. I don't want them. I just want them to let him GO. They have no use for me, they don't care that I won, they don't care about ME. THEY DON'T CARE.
Showtime thought she was an idiot, Sadistic thought she was an idiot AND a pain in the ass, and Ruth thought she was an idiot, pain in the ass, AND a whore. Of course Sadistic probably agreed with her on the whore part after their last meeting, but how was SHE supposed to know he wasn't into those kinds of things. Being nice hadn't worked. Cooperating hadn't worked. Being mean hadn't worked. Being ultraviolent in the ring hadn't even worked, but...
He saved me. He came to get me. Maybe he cares? Maybe he cares a little? Daddy could never show he cared either. Maybe he's like Daddy.
Sadistic had come out like vengeful wrath made flesh as the (un)Stable had attempted to make an example of Kelli during Trauma 174, as far as one could get from a knight in shining armor but he still got the job done.
Is that all I am to him? A job? A means to an end? Or do I maybe... does he maybe...
"Candy Girl."
"Sadistic?"
She croaks the word in a weak rasp, not at all sure of her hearing as she slides down the tile wall behind her to the filthy floor below, the thumping music through the walls of the club doing nothing to focus her mind or recall her to her surroundings. A pair of heavy boots stop beside her, Kelli staring down at them and turning her unsteady gaze up, a blurred face looming over her as everything goes dark.
"...Daddy."
Now Stormm's on the OTHER side! Which is great, because then I can kick his fat face in for not even bothering to help last time! Not that I really let him help, but what the hell, right? NCM thought he was going to help me, but NO ONE can help me. Not even that crazy bastard, not even his army of hobos. Does he even have an army anymore? What kind of king doesn't have an army? Then there's Loki, and fuck that guy, because REASONS. He thinks he's some kind of badass from the golden days of PCW legend, and really he's just a fucking joke. God he's going to beat my ass. They're all going to beat my ass because I am so completely fucked out of my head right now I can't even think.
Kelli staggers towards the unisex restroom, her stomach and mind having an incredibly uncomfortable fistfight somewhere in her middle.
But hey, I'll have friends to fight with this time. At least it's friends I can sort of maybe trust slightly more than not. At least it's Showtime, and at least it's Grimm.
Kelli's few thoughts of solace are not happy ones, but they're all that remains to her this night. Trauma 175 was rapidly approaching, nearly upon her and she was anything but prepared.
Showtime... Showtime said he could help me, but I don't think Sadistic would like it. Sadistic wouldn't like it, and we don't want to do the things he doesn't like. Daddy makes it hurt when we disobey.
Staring into the mirror, she watches the image shift, blurring and twitching in and out like a bad glitch. Only long experience in horror survival videogames kept her from being terrified.
I want out. I need to get out. They hurt people, the things they've done, the things I helped them do. What Sadistic did to Eira... she can be mean, but that...a BABY...
"Too much."
Leaning forward, she retches violently into the sink, a mix of colors and textures spewing forth. Gripping the porcelain edges she trembles as her body heaves in uncontrolled spasms. Looking up she watches her reflection with detached interest, wondering if her makeup was really that fucked up or if it was the drugs making her see things.
"ALL THE DRUGS!"
A maniacal cackle breaks off into a sob, shifting into a demented giggle, arms locking around her abdomen as sharp pain spiked through her core. It might not have been ALL the drugs, but she wasn't far wrong. In a desperate attempt to quiet her mind and her conscience, Kelli had snuck into the product holdings of Nova Pharmaceutical and helped herself to fistfuls of various substances. Pills and tablets, capsules and the odd liquid here or there. Of course staying at home would have been ridiculous, so Kelli had gotten herself to the nearest club. In the industrial district of a large city. In the middle of the night.
Showtime's words ricocheted around her head, bouncing around sound bytes of Sadistic, accompanied by Grimm's icy eyes and Ruth's disdainful stares. They hated her. They all hated her.
I hate them too. I hate all of them. They're so mean. I don't need them. I don't want them. I just want them to let him GO. They have no use for me, they don't care that I won, they don't care about ME. THEY DON'T CARE.
Showtime thought she was an idiot, Sadistic thought she was an idiot AND a pain in the ass, and Ruth thought she was an idiot, pain in the ass, AND a whore. Of course Sadistic probably agreed with her on the whore part after their last meeting, but how was SHE supposed to know he wasn't into those kinds of things. Being nice hadn't worked. Cooperating hadn't worked. Being mean hadn't worked. Being ultraviolent in the ring hadn't even worked, but...
He saved me. He came to get me. Maybe he cares? Maybe he cares a little? Daddy could never show he cared either. Maybe he's like Daddy.
Sadistic had come out like vengeful wrath made flesh as the (un)Stable had attempted to make an example of Kelli during Trauma 174, as far as one could get from a knight in shining armor but he still got the job done.
Is that all I am to him? A job? A means to an end? Or do I maybe... does he maybe...
"Candy Girl."
"Sadistic?"
She croaks the word in a weak rasp, not at all sure of her hearing as she slides down the tile wall behind her to the filthy floor below, the thumping music through the walls of the club doing nothing to focus her mind or recall her to her surroundings. A pair of heavy boots stop beside her, Kelli staring down at them and turning her unsteady gaze up, a blurred face looming over her as everything goes dark.
"...Daddy."
