Post by Dollface on Jul 17, 2015 21:02:16 GMT -5
Nearly there.
Kelli takes a hit of the glitter encrusted rainbow pipe, the click of the lighter against blown glass somehow soothing.
Hold it... hold it...
She exhales, the heavy smoke flowing from between her purple painted lips to cloud before her, dissipating into the air outside.
He said no more drugs for a while, no more than my usual ones, til after the Iceys. Weed isn’t a drug though, it’s a plant! It’s natural, and healthy, and patchouli oil nag champa I want whyte gurl dreads but don’t wanna culturally appropriate things! FML.
Stirring around the bits of charred green, she casts a critical eye over the contents.
Eh, it's done. Medicinal grade, I should be feeling it soon.
Kelli rises from the mossy rock perch she had enjoyed the past hour, making her way back towards Hangtown proper. If “proper” were ever a word to apply to Hangtown, that is. She’d told Ruth she was going to go take a walk, Ruth giving her a grim(m) nod of acknowledgment.
She really does hate me. I didn’t mean to mess up her wall, but seriously, with wallpaper that ugly she should be THANKING me. She’s never going to thank me. She’s never going to like me. Grimm is never going to like anyone, because I don’t think Grimm knows how to like anyone. Sadistic... he...
Kelli’s mind flashes back to the night before Trauma 175. A confusing montage of colors, blurred movements, a splash of rainbow vomit in a sink and the floor. Boots. There were boots, and that voice... HIS voice. He came for her. Helped her to her feet, brought her home, growled at her staff to take care of her. She’d HEARD him. It happened.
He - maybe he does care. In his own way. Maybe? Daddy could never show it, so why couldn’t Sadistic be like that? He kept me safe - again.
Kelli sniffles as she walks through the woods.
I want him back. I’ve never STOPPED wanting him. Iska messed everything up, she thought she was keeping me safe, but... he loved me. I don’t know if he does or not anymore. He came up with that new stable of buddies to fight me, didn’t he? Nathan. There hasn’t been anyone since you. I just can’t. I wish...
She stumbles a bit, hand snapping out to a nearby tree trunk for support. Looking up through the leaves she was startled to see how green they were, how bright the light was between them. Everything seemed to glow around the edges, contrasts sharp and vibrant.
Damn that was good stuff. Everything looks like a 3D movie without the glasses! The (un)Stable is coming for me, I know they are. Alexa... fuck. That bitch is fucking insane. She’d snap my neck without a second’s thought. Doesn’t matter how much better I am in the ring than she is - if I go in there to wrestle and she goes in there to kill the shit out of me, I am SO screwed. If Nathan and I win, and she wins, she’ll be an opponent. Will he protect me?
Her head connects to the tree with a dull thunk as she lets her head drop back, allowing the floating feelings from the drug to wash through her.
He won’t protect me. He wants me down as much as he wants the rest down. He says he can “free” me, but he never understood the problem in the first place. He doesn’t know they have HIM, there’s no way he’d know. He’s just in it to win it for the titles, he’ll play nice with me to get what he wants. Same as Sadistic does. Same as they all do.
Her eyes snap open as she rights herself and walks the last several yards to the Dillinger homestead.
I’m not Gem who just found her father and has a best friend like Grant. I’m not Eira, the Ice Queen who still has Murdoc in a forever kind of way. I’m not Alexa Black, sociopathic with no need for human love. I’m Kelli... and I wonder if anyone will ever really care at all.
Stomping up the steps in her purple glitter jelly sandals, she slips the pipe and lighter into her pocket, knocking on the door before swinging it open to see Sadistic waiting for her. Pasting a not-entirely-faked grateful grin on her face, she sticks her arms behind her back and waits - the very picture of innocence.
...Yeah, Sadistic wasn’t buying it either.
“It’s almost time for the Icey’s, and you need to maintain your focus. I’ve seen all the backstage banter - you have your work cut out for you.”
“Pretty sure I got this, bro. It’s the Sea Men -” Kelli breaks off into a giggle, composing herself under Sadistic’s annoyed disapproval. “ - High Tide and Wasp, then there’s Judge and Jury. They’re - dude, they’re like little Underground Division scrabblers, looking for something better. There’s no way they’re gonna win.”
“Stay FOCUSED, Kelli.”
“I’m so focused right now, bro. You don’t even KNOW how focused I am. What is it you want from this, anyway? Why is this a thing?”
“I want the Tag Championship in the Black Hand.”
“It can’t be - Nathan and I are in WARRING STABLES, bro. That’s not a thing that happens. Is it?”
Sadistic shrugs. “It could be, and just THINK how infuriated those maniac miscreants will be when their beloved, fearless leader only has half the Championship THEY want!” He cackles to himself, Kelli failing to share in his mirth.
“But - dude, Showtime has the North American, I have the International, and you have the freaking WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP that Eira and Gem still haven’t managed to pull off you. How many belts does the Black Hand really need?”
“It’s not about amassing the actual belts. It’s about showing PCW we can dominate every facet of the company.”
“Bro, I think they get it.”
Sadistic rubs at his face in exasperation. “Stop. Calling me. Bro.”
Kelli grins, tilting her head. “How about Daddy?”
He levels a deadpan stare at the colorfully clueless Kelli. “How about not. Don’t be stupid, Candy Girl, I’m not your new Daddy and I’m not here to take care of you.”
Something dark ghosts by, deep behind Kelli’s peridot gaze. “You saved me. Twice now.”
“I didn’t save YOU, I’m protecting my interests. You serve the Black Hand in a tolerable fashion, and we cannot afford to lose the numbers game now.”
She glowers. “You’re still looking out for me.”
“It doesn’t matter how your delusional mind sees things, you’re fooling yourself and it will only get you hurt. Just like Nathan hurt you. He gave a token effort, and now he’s taken up with Alexa. You’ve seen how intense she is, I bet he’s helped her exorcise the hell out of those demons. He left you, Kelli, he just let you go.”
Sadistic leans in, a leer on his face as his foul breath puffs against Kelli’s cheek with every word, his mass pressing her against the wall.
“He just let me take you.”
She flinches involuntarily, shoving at him, Sadistic catching her wrists and slamming them into the wall above her head.
“You can’t MAKE ME TRY!” she shouts, tears in her eyes.
His smile broadens, jagged teeth dripping thick saliva. “I can’t make you try - but I promise if you don’t, your precious little hostage will pay.”
Kelli’s face twists in angry disgust. “You say that EVERY time.”
“Not this time, Candy Girl. If you don’t win...” A long exhale lifts from him, an anticipation of inflicting pain pulling a wave of sensation from him. “...if you don’t win this match, Kelli?”
She stares at him, her jade green eyes snared by his antifreeze gaze.
“If you don’t win this match, Candy Girl, Q DIES.”
