Post by Deleted on May 6, 2012 2:18:49 GMT -5
This is the stuff of nightmares…you know the kind. I don’t mean the campfire scares, or where your parents threaten to sic the boogeyman on you if you aren’t in bed by 9. These are the lucid dreams. You have an out of body experience and just before you get back in your body, an evil spirit takes over.
Keep your curse, Phil. I’ve got my own.[/color]
{April comes in, much later than she had anticipated, but she wouldn’t live with herself if she left Katy by herself in her current state: wasted. It was half April’s fault anyways; she jokingly suggested the two get liquored up to relieve some stress (Mak rarely drinks), not realizing Katy’s practically a drunk. Travis finally came home and April left, reminding herself to never offer Katy a drink again, unless it’s non-alcoholic.}
April: You’re still up?
Mak:[/color] Yeah, haven’t been able to sleep. You’re just getting in.
April: Yeah, remind me to never let Katy drink again.
Mak:[/color] Noted, although I can’t see what’s the joy in drinking.
April: I’m too tired to even argue with you about it.
Mak:[/color] I’ve made some coffee. It’s in the kitchen, if you need some. I won’t be sleeping for a while.
April: WFWF?
Mak:[/color] Not exclusively. Just stuff in general.
April: Wanna talk?
Mak:[/color] Thought you were tired?
April: Let me get a cup, I’ll be fine, I’m off anyways.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop some days. I haven’t lost it in some time. Dare I say I’m even scared of when I do.[/color]
April: Spill it.
Mak:[/color] I don’t know, I don’t want to bore you.
April: Come on, try me. Besides, we haven’t really just talked in such a long time. I’m tired of the small talk. I thought that phase ended after we started seeing each other. Never mind married.
Mak:[/color] Heh, remember how we met?
April: Ah yes, when you pretty much T-boned my car.
Mak:[/color] You make it sound worse than it was.
April: It was a nice car. My first car I paid on my own. Pretty new too.
Mak:[/color] I get it, I’m an ass who can’t drive.
April: You aren’t an ass…
Mak:[/color] I appreciate the silence instead of clarifying that I can drive.
April: You said you can’t drive, I said nothing.
Mak:[/color] Heh. {Shakes head}
April: What?
Mak:[/color] I remember once we left the cars, you were crying hysterically.
April: Can you blame me?
Mak:[/color] It was more or less a fender bender.
April: Yeah, a fender bender to a new car. {Mak begins to laugh.}
Mak:[/color] You didn’t have to pay for everything though.
April: True, but you try telling your parents the first car you purchase yourself gets crashed without even a year passing by. I thought they would kill me.
Mak:[/color] They didn’t.
April: I still think it was a miracle they didn’t.
Mak:[/color] I think they were more confused about you starting to date the guy that ruined your car.
April: What can I say, I thought the way you were constantly apologizing was cute. There was a charm to it. The fact I was trying to get over a bad breakup didn’t hurt either.
Mak:[/color] Tell me about it. Funny how things work out.
Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t try to take that shortcut. She was the bright spot in a time I’m not too proud of. Getting in wrong crowds and dealing with the actions those groups made. Even if she did cost me about a grand. C'est la vie. I guess.[/color]
April: Mak? Mak!
Mak:[/color] Huh?
April: You zoned out for a second.
Mak:[/color] Oh, did I? Didn’t notice.
April: You’ve been like that a lot lately.
Mak:[/color] Got a lot on my plate to think about. Mom’s finally showing signs of remission, Travis seems to gotten himself in a decent relationship for once.
April: Now, you know they “aren’t together”.
Mak:[/color] If they aren’t together, then Hobbes was never real.
April: …but Hobbes wasn’t real.
Mak:[/color] There you go again with that, look, I love you April, but that language just won’t be allowed in our home.
April: Someone’s delusional.
Mak:[/color] Delusional…Mr. Watterson never said Hobbes was a figment of Calvin’s imagination where he was simply a stuffed tiger and became a real one only around Calvin.
April: No more coffee for you after 11. Besides, he never said that Hobbes was a conscious being either. He left it up to the readers.
Mak:[/color] So then why claim I’m delusional?
April: Delusional thinking to me.
Mak:[/color] So what does that say about you for getting with someone who’s delusional?
April: Someone has to take care of you.
Mak:[/color] Is that why you call me “Daddy” in the bedroom?
April: You’re a trip.
I’ve not talked about WFWF lately. There’s no reason to really over-saturate it to my family, or friends. They know I have my work cut out for me. I know I have my work cut out for me. Funny how that works; sometimes, you can’t get enough of something and then suddenly, you wish it could be finished already.
But something tells me, I won’t be so lucky today.[/color]
{New day, new adventures. Although, hanging out with Cam Nitta is not an adventure, but it never seems to be a normal interaction. The two have known each other for some time, but upon to Mak introducing Cam to the WFWF, it’s like the two were strangers. Mainly because they have their own lives to deal with, but also neither wants the other to be affected by what the other does in the company. Mak’s busy dealing with his side trying to regain momentum, while Cam stays concerned with staying National Champion. They always tend to find the time to hang out though.}
Mak:[/color] You ruin everything, you realize that?
{Of course, that doesn’t prevent them from acting like kids from time to time. Mak’s a little peeved they missed the bus (April has Mak’s car and Cam had no gas in his). So now here they are at the bus stop, for the Chicago Transit Authority of all things.}
Cam:[/color] I knew you were going to blame me for this.
Mak:[/color] YOU are the one who just HAD to find our waitress and personally tip her.
Cam:[/color] Excuse me for making sure she obtains her hard-earned money.
Mak:[/color] It’s ten bucks.
Cam:[/color] And what would happen if one of the other workers saw that? They’d take it for themselves. Minimum wage is despicable in this country. Besides, you’re only irritated because we barely missed the bus. You’re the one who tripped and held us up.
Mak:[/color] Me tripping had nothing to do with it, Mr. Let Me Give You My Card But I Fumble For Thirty Seconds. Such a fail.
Cam:[/color] You want to talk about failures, I’M not the one who lost in the International Title Tournament.
Mak:[/color] Don’t make it seem like I was the biggest loser there, besides, at least I was in the tournament.
Cam:[/color] What? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the gleam of the National Championship I still have.
Mak:[/color] Congrats, you won the WFWF equivalent of a pat on the head. If that sticks as your main accomplishment, you’ve kinda failed in your field.
Cam:[/color] Trash my title all you want, but I don’t plan on losing that anytime soon.
Mak:[/color] Just remember, if you face me, at any point, I will mutilate you. Not defeat. Not crush. Mutilate. Only reason you have that title, is because I didn’t ask for a shot at it yet.
Cam:[/color] Yeah, okay. When that time comes, it won’t be pretty for one of us. I have just as much, if not more to prove, than you. And last I checked, you shouldn’t be worrying about me-
Mak:[/color] I’m not.
Cam:[/color] –or even Ripp, Philly-boy’s got you next.
Mak:[/color] Spare me, I’m not the one being stalked.
Cam:[/color] {Smiles.} I’ve already worked a plan out with Obo. I know exactly what I’m going to do with regards to him.
Mak:[/color] Believe that if you want, but in terms with me, Phil has his own agenda. He can claim all he wants that he is focused on me.
And if you believe that, I have a trip for you to the Bahamas.[/color]
Mak:[/color] Simply put, he doesn’t give a damn about me, and I’m perfectly fine with that.
Cam:[/color] Seems like a perfect chance for an upset.
Mak:[/color] It’ll only be an upset because he’s higher on the card and has tenure over me in this company. What you and everyone else will consider an upset, I call an inevitable occurrence.
{Cam cups his ear}
Cam:[/color] You hear that, Mr. Cross? That, is the sound of inevitability…but it’s your choice whether than inevitability is your death, or your survival.
This guy never ceases to get meta on me.[/color]
{The bus finally comes, and small talk covers the rest of their conversation, mostly about WFWF. Kinda weird how that always happens with those two.}
[While on the bus.]
Mak:[/color] And why do you always bring up WFWF whenever we meet up, I swear, it’s like you’re almost a catalyst…or something like that.
Cam:[/color] If enjoying trying to piss you off is being a catalyst, then yep, I’m a catalyst. By the way, my stop’s coming up, and I’ve been meaning to hand this to you.
{He hands Mak a white box.}
Mak:[/color] Nothing’s going to jump out at me this time, is there?
Cam:[/color] Not my fault you let your guard down during the prank war. Anyway, don’t open that until Loaded. I’ll catch you later.
Mak:[/color] Yeah.
{Cam gets off. Mak puts the box beside him, still giving it a cautionary glare.
I’m still going to wear a hazmat suit just in case.[/color]
As meta as he can get, Cam had something of a point. My demise or my salvation is inevitable, but up to me all the same. I’m reminded of Phil’s constant mentioning of his curse. Everyone who comes in contact with him suffers as a result of it. People get injured, careers can be finished, lives lost.
Heh, if that’s his way of spooking me, he needs a little work on it.
I keep my past under wraps; being a fairly private person is one of the reasons, the other, because quite frankly, I’d rather not relive some bad moments in my life. I don’t kid when I say I’ve practically sold my soul to the devil himself, because there’s a few moments in my life where I probably should have died, but at the same time, I never really got away scot free. And maybe it’s a little silly to correlate particular results to particular moments of my life, but how many times does it take until they’re no longer coincidences?
So now, I’m at a crossroads.
I’ve taken my mind off of it long enough, I thought it was suppressed when April completely distracted me from it, but now, with Cam being Cam, it’s popped back up and there’s a Mexican standoff except two guns are pointing at me and I only have one bullet in mine.
Do I be selfish, or do I be selfless?
A negative attribute I have is that I can be a little…vindictive. And sorry Malakai, I can put up a front all I like, but I’m not exactly over Ripp just yet. I won’t be until Survival of the Fittest. Do I take a shot at him; feed my ego a little bit, and fuel the fire to what’s certain to be a damn good rivalry, even if I’m going at it with a slight ‘all about me’ perspective?
Or do I get in the head of the World Champion, even more so than I bet I already am? Face it, Obo, if we’re at that level, you’re looking at a man who you’ve never really had to give the time of day. And now, he has a chance to completely fu*k with you more than you need to be fu*ked with right now. So does he take it? Does he help everyone out, big fish, small fish, does he go for broke and tries to break the glass ceiling of overratedness that is the main event scene of WFWF, giving the chance for a new wave to come forth?
But say he misses. No matter what he chooses. Whether he decides to live in the now, or try his luck some other time, there’s always the risk that when you fire, you graze him as opposed to getting a kill shot. Next thing you know, the ground is crimson, and it’s your eyes that almost go in the back of your head. And as you lay there, your pulse, slowly dying out you ask yourself,
“Was it worth it?”
Was it worth either risk? You lay there, dying but that reward is still calling out to you and suddenly, he’s there. One more time. And he wants to give you one more shot. Do you take it?
I guess Loaded will answer part one, at least.[/color]
Keep your curse, Phil. I’ve got my own.[/color]
{April comes in, much later than she had anticipated, but she wouldn’t live with herself if she left Katy by herself in her current state: wasted. It was half April’s fault anyways; she jokingly suggested the two get liquored up to relieve some stress (Mak rarely drinks), not realizing Katy’s practically a drunk. Travis finally came home and April left, reminding herself to never offer Katy a drink again, unless it’s non-alcoholic.}
April: You’re still up?
Mak:[/color] Yeah, haven’t been able to sleep. You’re just getting in.
April: Yeah, remind me to never let Katy drink again.
Mak:[/color] Noted, although I can’t see what’s the joy in drinking.
April: I’m too tired to even argue with you about it.
Mak:[/color] I’ve made some coffee. It’s in the kitchen, if you need some. I won’t be sleeping for a while.
April: WFWF?
Mak:[/color] Not exclusively. Just stuff in general.
April: Wanna talk?
Mak:[/color] Thought you were tired?
April: Let me get a cup, I’ll be fine, I’m off anyways.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop some days. I haven’t lost it in some time. Dare I say I’m even scared of when I do.[/color]
April: Spill it.
Mak:[/color] I don’t know, I don’t want to bore you.
April: Come on, try me. Besides, we haven’t really just talked in such a long time. I’m tired of the small talk. I thought that phase ended after we started seeing each other. Never mind married.
Mak:[/color] Heh, remember how we met?
April: Ah yes, when you pretty much T-boned my car.
Mak:[/color] You make it sound worse than it was.
April: It was a nice car. My first car I paid on my own. Pretty new too.
Mak:[/color] I get it, I’m an ass who can’t drive.
April: You aren’t an ass…
Mak:[/color] I appreciate the silence instead of clarifying that I can drive.
April: You said you can’t drive, I said nothing.
Mak:[/color] Heh. {Shakes head}
April: What?
Mak:[/color] I remember once we left the cars, you were crying hysterically.
April: Can you blame me?
Mak:[/color] It was more or less a fender bender.
April: Yeah, a fender bender to a new car. {Mak begins to laugh.}
Mak:[/color] You didn’t have to pay for everything though.
April: True, but you try telling your parents the first car you purchase yourself gets crashed without even a year passing by. I thought they would kill me.
Mak:[/color] They didn’t.
April: I still think it was a miracle they didn’t.
Mak:[/color] I think they were more confused about you starting to date the guy that ruined your car.
April: What can I say, I thought the way you were constantly apologizing was cute. There was a charm to it. The fact I was trying to get over a bad breakup didn’t hurt either.
Mak:[/color] Tell me about it. Funny how things work out.
Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t try to take that shortcut. She was the bright spot in a time I’m not too proud of. Getting in wrong crowds and dealing with the actions those groups made. Even if she did cost me about a grand. C'est la vie. I guess.[/color]
April: Mak? Mak!
Mak:[/color] Huh?
April: You zoned out for a second.
Mak:[/color] Oh, did I? Didn’t notice.
April: You’ve been like that a lot lately.
Mak:[/color] Got a lot on my plate to think about. Mom’s finally showing signs of remission, Travis seems to gotten himself in a decent relationship for once.
April: Now, you know they “aren’t together”.
Mak:[/color] If they aren’t together, then Hobbes was never real.
April: …but Hobbes wasn’t real.
Mak:[/color] There you go again with that, look, I love you April, but that language just won’t be allowed in our home.
April: Someone’s delusional.
Mak:[/color] Delusional…Mr. Watterson never said Hobbes was a figment of Calvin’s imagination where he was simply a stuffed tiger and became a real one only around Calvin.
April: No more coffee for you after 11. Besides, he never said that Hobbes was a conscious being either. He left it up to the readers.
Mak:[/color] So then why claim I’m delusional?
April: Delusional thinking to me.
Mak:[/color] So what does that say about you for getting with someone who’s delusional?
April: Someone has to take care of you.
Mak:[/color] Is that why you call me “Daddy” in the bedroom?
April: You’re a trip.
I’ve not talked about WFWF lately. There’s no reason to really over-saturate it to my family, or friends. They know I have my work cut out for me. I know I have my work cut out for me. Funny how that works; sometimes, you can’t get enough of something and then suddenly, you wish it could be finished already.
But something tells me, I won’t be so lucky today.[/color]
{New day, new adventures. Although, hanging out with Cam Nitta is not an adventure, but it never seems to be a normal interaction. The two have known each other for some time, but upon to Mak introducing Cam to the WFWF, it’s like the two were strangers. Mainly because they have their own lives to deal with, but also neither wants the other to be affected by what the other does in the company. Mak’s busy dealing with his side trying to regain momentum, while Cam stays concerned with staying National Champion. They always tend to find the time to hang out though.}
Mak:[/color] You ruin everything, you realize that?
{Of course, that doesn’t prevent them from acting like kids from time to time. Mak’s a little peeved they missed the bus (April has Mak’s car and Cam had no gas in his). So now here they are at the bus stop, for the Chicago Transit Authority of all things.}
Cam:[/color] I knew you were going to blame me for this.
Mak:[/color] YOU are the one who just HAD to find our waitress and personally tip her.
Cam:[/color] Excuse me for making sure she obtains her hard-earned money.
Mak:[/color] It’s ten bucks.
Cam:[/color] And what would happen if one of the other workers saw that? They’d take it for themselves. Minimum wage is despicable in this country. Besides, you’re only irritated because we barely missed the bus. You’re the one who tripped and held us up.
Mak:[/color] Me tripping had nothing to do with it, Mr. Let Me Give You My Card But I Fumble For Thirty Seconds. Such a fail.
Cam:[/color] You want to talk about failures, I’M not the one who lost in the International Title Tournament.
Mak:[/color] Don’t make it seem like I was the biggest loser there, besides, at least I was in the tournament.
Cam:[/color] What? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the gleam of the National Championship I still have.
Mak:[/color] Congrats, you won the WFWF equivalent of a pat on the head. If that sticks as your main accomplishment, you’ve kinda failed in your field.
Cam:[/color] Trash my title all you want, but I don’t plan on losing that anytime soon.
Mak:[/color] Just remember, if you face me, at any point, I will mutilate you. Not defeat. Not crush. Mutilate. Only reason you have that title, is because I didn’t ask for a shot at it yet.
Cam:[/color] Yeah, okay. When that time comes, it won’t be pretty for one of us. I have just as much, if not more to prove, than you. And last I checked, you shouldn’t be worrying about me-
Mak:[/color] I’m not.
Cam:[/color] –or even Ripp, Philly-boy’s got you next.
Mak:[/color] Spare me, I’m not the one being stalked.
Cam:[/color] {Smiles.} I’ve already worked a plan out with Obo. I know exactly what I’m going to do with regards to him.
Mak:[/color] Believe that if you want, but in terms with me, Phil has his own agenda. He can claim all he wants that he is focused on me.
And if you believe that, I have a trip for you to the Bahamas.[/color]
Mak:[/color] Simply put, he doesn’t give a damn about me, and I’m perfectly fine with that.
Cam:[/color] Seems like a perfect chance for an upset.
Mak:[/color] It’ll only be an upset because he’s higher on the card and has tenure over me in this company. What you and everyone else will consider an upset, I call an inevitable occurrence.
{Cam cups his ear}
Cam:[/color] You hear that, Mr. Cross? That, is the sound of inevitability…but it’s your choice whether than inevitability is your death, or your survival.
This guy never ceases to get meta on me.[/color]
{The bus finally comes, and small talk covers the rest of their conversation, mostly about WFWF. Kinda weird how that always happens with those two.}
[While on the bus.]
Mak:[/color] And why do you always bring up WFWF whenever we meet up, I swear, it’s like you’re almost a catalyst…or something like that.
Cam:[/color] If enjoying trying to piss you off is being a catalyst, then yep, I’m a catalyst. By the way, my stop’s coming up, and I’ve been meaning to hand this to you.
{He hands Mak a white box.}
Mak:[/color] Nothing’s going to jump out at me this time, is there?
Cam:[/color] Not my fault you let your guard down during the prank war. Anyway, don’t open that until Loaded. I’ll catch you later.
Mak:[/color] Yeah.
{Cam gets off. Mak puts the box beside him, still giving it a cautionary glare.
I’m still going to wear a hazmat suit just in case.[/color]
As meta as he can get, Cam had something of a point. My demise or my salvation is inevitable, but up to me all the same. I’m reminded of Phil’s constant mentioning of his curse. Everyone who comes in contact with him suffers as a result of it. People get injured, careers can be finished, lives lost.
Heh, if that’s his way of spooking me, he needs a little work on it.
I keep my past under wraps; being a fairly private person is one of the reasons, the other, because quite frankly, I’d rather not relive some bad moments in my life. I don’t kid when I say I’ve practically sold my soul to the devil himself, because there’s a few moments in my life where I probably should have died, but at the same time, I never really got away scot free. And maybe it’s a little silly to correlate particular results to particular moments of my life, but how many times does it take until they’re no longer coincidences?
So now, I’m at a crossroads.
I’ve taken my mind off of it long enough, I thought it was suppressed when April completely distracted me from it, but now, with Cam being Cam, it’s popped back up and there’s a Mexican standoff except two guns are pointing at me and I only have one bullet in mine.
Do I be selfish, or do I be selfless?
A negative attribute I have is that I can be a little…vindictive. And sorry Malakai, I can put up a front all I like, but I’m not exactly over Ripp just yet. I won’t be until Survival of the Fittest. Do I take a shot at him; feed my ego a little bit, and fuel the fire to what’s certain to be a damn good rivalry, even if I’m going at it with a slight ‘all about me’ perspective?
Or do I get in the head of the World Champion, even more so than I bet I already am? Face it, Obo, if we’re at that level, you’re looking at a man who you’ve never really had to give the time of day. And now, he has a chance to completely fu*k with you more than you need to be fu*ked with right now. So does he take it? Does he help everyone out, big fish, small fish, does he go for broke and tries to break the glass ceiling of overratedness that is the main event scene of WFWF, giving the chance for a new wave to come forth?
But say he misses. No matter what he chooses. Whether he decides to live in the now, or try his luck some other time, there’s always the risk that when you fire, you graze him as opposed to getting a kill shot. Next thing you know, the ground is crimson, and it’s your eyes that almost go in the back of your head. And as you lay there, your pulse, slowly dying out you ask yourself,
“Was it worth it?”
Was it worth either risk? You lay there, dying but that reward is still calling out to you and suddenly, he’s there. One more time. And he wants to give you one more shot. Do you take it?
I guess Loaded will answer part one, at least.[/color]
I dont know good luck 