Post by Savannah Sunshine. on Oct 26, 2021 22:10:37 GMT -5
I keep waiting for luck, to come swallow me up
I feel better when the boys stop calling
I keep falling in love and this measuring cup
Is overflowing with the same damn problems
This girl is a gun
Before you know it, it's done
And you'll be wishing that you crossed your fingers
Oh but God is it fun
When you can have more than one
So lemme show you how to touch my trigger
THE LONG HOUSEHOLD
CANTON, OHIO
FOUR DAYS BEFORE BLOODBATH II
It's the early hours of twilight, that in-between where it's not exactly sunrise or that point in the night where the moon is just barely there. Stars litter the sky in multitudes and bring life to an otherwise endless possibility of light. Yet, one Savannah Sunshine was plagued with nightmares. Tossing and turning in the bed as sweat beaded across her forehead and other exposed skin. She was dressed in nothing but one of Jason's t-shirts, something comfortable and light to wear when it got too hot in the middle of the night for her. Slight whimpers spilled from plush lips as gentle mumbling followed, she had been thrashing around so much that she had awoken Jason from his own sleep. A low groan full of grogginess filled the air as he turned on the bedside lamp, letting dim lighting fill the bed. As his lover lie next to him, trapped in her own nightmare, he contemplated on what he should do.
On one hand, it wasn't entirely safe to wake someone from a nightmare. You never really knew what could happen or if they could wake up and cause unintentional harm to you. On the other hand, the pain and suffering that was clear across her face was all too much for him to handle. Without too much longer debating on what he should do, he gently cleared the sleep from his throat and spoke in a clear and gentle voice. "Savannah. Can you hear me?" A brief pause. "Darling, you're having another nightmare. Can you wake up for me?" He had learned his lesson the last time than to reach out and shake her awake. It was a hit or miss. More often than not, she would not wake up and would often lash out unintentionally. So, he had stopped trying to wake her, except for in this very moment as he could notice tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Oh, you poor thing.. Come on, wake up for me." Even as Savannah still seems to be asleep, Jason's voice is still quiet and gentle and it seems like it's enough. Or perhaps she had woken herself as she suddenly sat upright in the bed. Gasping for air and struggling to ground herself to the here and now as Jason remained calm. He had grown used to these episodes, instead he reached for her water bottle on his side of the bed, and carefully placed it into her shaking hands. It was enough to slowly distract her, to make her realize that she was no longer trapped in her own personal Hell. She was here, in bed with Jason, currently trying to work her way from her shaken form to a calm demeanor. Shaky fingers carefully popped open the lid to her water bottle and she guzzled down the liquid without a second thought. Big gulps loud enough to hear before she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She leaned back against the three pillows behind her, eyes closing gently as a loud sigh spilled from her lips soon after.
"I'm sorry. I know this gets annoying and it can be a lot to handle and I can always go to--" Her apology is cut off soundly, lips pressing a gentle kiss to her temple as Jason wraps an arm around her shoulders to pull her in close. This is routine for them by now, Savannah's head pressing against his chest to soothe herself with the sound of his beating heart. Sometimes, it would beat too fast in moments like this. But, right now, it was like music to her ears and was an important distraction from what she had just been through.
Jason knows why she's been having these nightmares again, a combination of the pain and torture Arik Holt had put her through. As well as her own demon coming back to haunt her. There's only so much Savannah can take until she completely snaps and that's what worries him the most about all of it. "Do you want to talk about it?" His voice is gentle, straight to the point as one hand moves to gently card fingers through long curly locks. He gives her a few moments, lets her pull her own thoughts together. "I'm tired. I'm physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. He knows that. That's why he keeps pushing and pushing and pushing and if he keeps this up? I'm afraid of what I might do..." But, truthfully speaking... It wasn't herself she was worried about. It was Persephone who she was worried about. As much as Persephone enjoyed making Savannah's life a living hell, the demoness felt that only they were the only one allowed to torture their vessel. Even if they did enjoy the chaos that came with Arik Holt's decision making.
"I won't let you get that far. You know that. I couldn't help you last time, but I'll be there this time. I might have my own things to deal with, but you are always my top priority. If it ever gets too much to bare, I'm always there to offer a helping hand. Even if that means making me a human punching bag for a bit. Anything to take the edge off." He presses a kiss to the crown of her head, the other arm reaching over to turn out the bedside lamp as darkness fills the area again. "Do you think you'll be able to get back to sleep or do you want to sit and talk for awhile?" He keeps his voice level and soft, not wanting to startle her or make her upset as both arms wrapped carefully around her waist. The smaller female snuggled even closer, nuzzled her nose against the arm closest to her, wrapped her arms and legs around that same arm and clung like a koala.
Low chuckle escapes the younger male who shakes his head a bit. "Alright, duly noted. I might fall asleep again, but you know I'm always listening." A yawn follows after, Savannah glancing up at him as her eyes adjust to the darkness once more. She could never put into mere words just how much he truly meant to her. They had been together for majority of the year now, something that shocked Savannah due to her past relationship history. But, no one had ever taken the time to really get to the issues that lie deep within her troubled soul. Nobody had done that for her like Jason had. He helped her become the best version of herself that she had ever been and by hook or by crook... She wasn't going to let herself squander another opportunity at something she had gained once before. Even for a brief period of time.
"We live in a society... Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! I'm so tired of this. Of all of this. Every single time I get back up from anything thrown my way and this? Oh, this will be no different. I am no stranger to holding shiny things, even if those moments are brief and far between. When I have my sights set on something, I do whatever it takes to accomplish my goals and make sure I get the job done. At Bloodbath, I'm going to make sure I remind everyone why I am one of the toughest competitors around here. I'm going to make sure I make my intentions loud and clear. Slade Castle and I are overdue for another meeting, so this is the perfect chance to redeem myself from my failure the last time the two of us met one another inside of the ring. But, hey. I've got all the time I need to talk as much trash as I want and I'll make damn sure I back up every. single. word."
"I can fall down as many times as I need and I get back every single time. I am no push over. I am not weak. I am no coward. I am a woman who has absolutely fricking nothing left to lose and a lot of pent up aggression to let out. I get angrier every single week it feels like and it's only going to continue to fester and boil and drive me nuts until I finally snap... and that's not something anyone wants from me. ASHER got a taste of that last time and I'm not proud to say that. I didn't enjoy hurting my brother. But-- But, it wasn't my fault! He -- and everyone else -- has to understand that. I cannot control what they do. It's never been like that with either of us. I can only control myself, not the beast within and that's what scares me the most. I am the only person who will ever understand the fiery rage that I feel like I have to deal with constantly around this-- this-- this nightmare of a place I seem to be stuck in."
"Arik Holt couldn't keep his own goddamn roster under control. So, he decided to put together a group of people who will probably not be able to co-exist without arguing like a bunch of children. I can already see this group of his failing... and I'll be the one to help tear them all apart. One. By. One. Starting with one Slade Castle, hey buddy! Don't think I've forgotten the damage you've done so easily. You might enjoy fighting for money and whatever other bullcrap you use as an excuse. But, I enjoy dishing out well deserved pain to those who have done wrong by me. You are public enemy number one for me in this match, but I know better than to not keep eyes in the back of my head in all of this as well. I know that at some point, one of your little buddies is going to try to stick their nose where it simply does not belong. That's how groups like this work."
"That's how Arik Holt operates. When things don't go his way, he throws a fit and he becomes more and more unhinged in the process. But, neither you nor your bitch of a boss scares me. Nothing scares me anymore except for myself. For someone who hasn't the slightest clue what a woman with nothing left to lose can do? You sure do like to run your mouth a whole lot. This will not have the same outcome as our last encounter had. In fact, I would just love to show you what happens when you pick the wrong side and decide to make me an enemy. It never ends well for those who choose that path and this is only the start. I'll make sure I leave some kind of scraps for the boys so they can have something to chew on as well. It's only fair, isn't it?"
"That's just the thing, isn't it? No one knows just what I can do. No one has any idea what I am capable of at this point. What happened to ASHER was a mere taste of what I can accomplish when I am pushed far beyond my own rage. I keep things bottled up because I know how dangerous it would be for everyone else if I let that rage free from the cage I keep it locked up within. So, for the well being of everyone else, I'll keep it all bottled up until they feel like making their presence known again. I'm sure it'll be sooner rather than later because Persephone has been quite bored for too long now. They're hungry, they foam at the mouth whenever the mere prospect of sinking their fangs into a fleshy little-- No, no! I'm sorry... I didn't-- Look, this isn't easy, okay? None of this has been easy."
"It's hard enough trying to keep the dangerous thing at bay and to promise it will get it's weight in pounds and pounds of flesh. They got a little morsel last show, but it wasn't enough for them. Do you know how hard it is to keep a literal bloodthirsty demon at bay who feasts on the flesh of those who have done wrong by me? It's a lot harder than it freaking looks. That's for damn sure. Persephone Bane is not something I like to let others see because they never know when to stop. They keep going until their little toy has fulfilled their needs for a temporary point in time."
"Then, they get bored and the prospect of playing with a new toy excites them. They're like a puppy, you give them a bone and they willingly go right for it. But, I cannot let that happen this time. I cannot and I will not and I refuse to let any single one of you push me to that dark place again. No matter how hard it is. If I keep fighting, if I keep my head on straight... Then, I won't have to worry about it. They'll get quiet again and the voices will just--- they'll all go away again. That simple."
"Ellie Quinn is not someone I am unfamiliar with. At least, we haven't met face to face inside of the ring. I won't underestimate her because I have seen what she is capable of. I am not counting her out for anything in this match. In fact, I expect her to take advantage of any opportunity she may get because that's what anyone else would do in this kind of situation. But, just as I said about Slade, I am not going to be someone to take out so easily. So many people have already counted me out and I'm tired of it. I won't apologize for what I have to do, Ellie. When it comes to having my sights on something, I do whatever it takes. Just like I have already said. It won't be the first time I will be holding the Noble Championship, except this time?"
"It'll be worth while. I'll make sure I hold onto it as long as I possibly can by making sure neither you nor Slade gets your grubby little fingers on it. This is an opportunity for you to capitalize on a moment to capture your first piece of gold here, isn't it? Well, I won't let that be an easy challenge for you. In fact, this might be one of the hardest challenges you've ever faced before and that's just the consequences of what Arik Holt has tossed you into. So, when you are left empty handed at the end of all of this? You know who to thank for that."
"At the end of all of this, I will be the one walking away with my head held high and my grip on a piece of leather with gold on it. I don't do this for the gold, but I do enjoy being rewarded for doing good things. I enjoy being rewarded for fighting as hard as I can. If-- No, not if-- When... When I walk out of this match with that gold in my hands? It's only the beginning on my path to far greater things. I've failed time and time again when it comes to gold and I won't let that be my mistake this time. I'll do what needs to be done and I'll ensure I take down anyone who gets in my way. So, it is in the best interest of The True Society to keep their stupid little noses out of this. It is in their best interest to stay the hell out of my business and to let Slade take his whooping like a real man... because this time? I won't be the one passing out and it's that freaking simple."
I feel better when the boys stop calling
I keep falling in love and this measuring cup
Is overflowing with the same damn problems
This girl is a gun
Before you know it, it's done
And you'll be wishing that you crossed your fingers
Oh but God is it fun
When you can have more than one
So lemme show you how to touch my trigger
THE LONG HOUSEHOLD
CANTON, OHIO
FOUR DAYS BEFORE BLOODBATH II
It's the early hours of twilight, that in-between where it's not exactly sunrise or that point in the night where the moon is just barely there. Stars litter the sky in multitudes and bring life to an otherwise endless possibility of light. Yet, one Savannah Sunshine was plagued with nightmares. Tossing and turning in the bed as sweat beaded across her forehead and other exposed skin. She was dressed in nothing but one of Jason's t-shirts, something comfortable and light to wear when it got too hot in the middle of the night for her. Slight whimpers spilled from plush lips as gentle mumbling followed, she had been thrashing around so much that she had awoken Jason from his own sleep. A low groan full of grogginess filled the air as he turned on the bedside lamp, letting dim lighting fill the bed. As his lover lie next to him, trapped in her own nightmare, he contemplated on what he should do.
On one hand, it wasn't entirely safe to wake someone from a nightmare. You never really knew what could happen or if they could wake up and cause unintentional harm to you. On the other hand, the pain and suffering that was clear across her face was all too much for him to handle. Without too much longer debating on what he should do, he gently cleared the sleep from his throat and spoke in a clear and gentle voice. "Savannah. Can you hear me?" A brief pause. "Darling, you're having another nightmare. Can you wake up for me?" He had learned his lesson the last time than to reach out and shake her awake. It was a hit or miss. More often than not, she would not wake up and would often lash out unintentionally. So, he had stopped trying to wake her, except for in this very moment as he could notice tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Oh, you poor thing.. Come on, wake up for me." Even as Savannah still seems to be asleep, Jason's voice is still quiet and gentle and it seems like it's enough. Or perhaps she had woken herself as she suddenly sat upright in the bed. Gasping for air and struggling to ground herself to the here and now as Jason remained calm. He had grown used to these episodes, instead he reached for her water bottle on his side of the bed, and carefully placed it into her shaking hands. It was enough to slowly distract her, to make her realize that she was no longer trapped in her own personal Hell. She was here, in bed with Jason, currently trying to work her way from her shaken form to a calm demeanor. Shaky fingers carefully popped open the lid to her water bottle and she guzzled down the liquid without a second thought. Big gulps loud enough to hear before she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She leaned back against the three pillows behind her, eyes closing gently as a loud sigh spilled from her lips soon after.
"I'm sorry. I know this gets annoying and it can be a lot to handle and I can always go to--" Her apology is cut off soundly, lips pressing a gentle kiss to her temple as Jason wraps an arm around her shoulders to pull her in close. This is routine for them by now, Savannah's head pressing against his chest to soothe herself with the sound of his beating heart. Sometimes, it would beat too fast in moments like this. But, right now, it was like music to her ears and was an important distraction from what she had just been through.
Jason knows why she's been having these nightmares again, a combination of the pain and torture Arik Holt had put her through. As well as her own demon coming back to haunt her. There's only so much Savannah can take until she completely snaps and that's what worries him the most about all of it. "Do you want to talk about it?" His voice is gentle, straight to the point as one hand moves to gently card fingers through long curly locks. He gives her a few moments, lets her pull her own thoughts together. "I'm tired. I'm physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. He knows that. That's why he keeps pushing and pushing and pushing and if he keeps this up? I'm afraid of what I might do..." But, truthfully speaking... It wasn't herself she was worried about. It was Persephone who she was worried about. As much as Persephone enjoyed making Savannah's life a living hell, the demoness felt that only they were the only one allowed to torture their vessel. Even if they did enjoy the chaos that came with Arik Holt's decision making.
"I won't let you get that far. You know that. I couldn't help you last time, but I'll be there this time. I might have my own things to deal with, but you are always my top priority. If it ever gets too much to bare, I'm always there to offer a helping hand. Even if that means making me a human punching bag for a bit. Anything to take the edge off." He presses a kiss to the crown of her head, the other arm reaching over to turn out the bedside lamp as darkness fills the area again. "Do you think you'll be able to get back to sleep or do you want to sit and talk for awhile?" He keeps his voice level and soft, not wanting to startle her or make her upset as both arms wrapped carefully around her waist. The smaller female snuggled even closer, nuzzled her nose against the arm closest to her, wrapped her arms and legs around that same arm and clung like a koala.
Low chuckle escapes the younger male who shakes his head a bit. "Alright, duly noted. I might fall asleep again, but you know I'm always listening." A yawn follows after, Savannah glancing up at him as her eyes adjust to the darkness once more. She could never put into mere words just how much he truly meant to her. They had been together for majority of the year now, something that shocked Savannah due to her past relationship history. But, no one had ever taken the time to really get to the issues that lie deep within her troubled soul. Nobody had done that for her like Jason had. He helped her become the best version of herself that she had ever been and by hook or by crook... She wasn't going to let herself squander another opportunity at something she had gained once before. Even for a brief period of time.
"We live in a society... Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! I'm so tired of this. Of all of this. Every single time I get back up from anything thrown my way and this? Oh, this will be no different. I am no stranger to holding shiny things, even if those moments are brief and far between. When I have my sights set on something, I do whatever it takes to accomplish my goals and make sure I get the job done. At Bloodbath, I'm going to make sure I remind everyone why I am one of the toughest competitors around here. I'm going to make sure I make my intentions loud and clear. Slade Castle and I are overdue for another meeting, so this is the perfect chance to redeem myself from my failure the last time the two of us met one another inside of the ring. But, hey. I've got all the time I need to talk as much trash as I want and I'll make damn sure I back up every. single. word."
"I can fall down as many times as I need and I get back every single time. I am no push over. I am not weak. I am no coward. I am a woman who has absolutely fricking nothing left to lose and a lot of pent up aggression to let out. I get angrier every single week it feels like and it's only going to continue to fester and boil and drive me nuts until I finally snap... and that's not something anyone wants from me. ASHER got a taste of that last time and I'm not proud to say that. I didn't enjoy hurting my brother. But-- But, it wasn't my fault! He -- and everyone else -- has to understand that. I cannot control what they do. It's never been like that with either of us. I can only control myself, not the beast within and that's what scares me the most. I am the only person who will ever understand the fiery rage that I feel like I have to deal with constantly around this-- this-- this nightmare of a place I seem to be stuck in."
"Arik Holt couldn't keep his own goddamn roster under control. So, he decided to put together a group of people who will probably not be able to co-exist without arguing like a bunch of children. I can already see this group of his failing... and I'll be the one to help tear them all apart. One. By. One. Starting with one Slade Castle, hey buddy! Don't think I've forgotten the damage you've done so easily. You might enjoy fighting for money and whatever other bullcrap you use as an excuse. But, I enjoy dishing out well deserved pain to those who have done wrong by me. You are public enemy number one for me in this match, but I know better than to not keep eyes in the back of my head in all of this as well. I know that at some point, one of your little buddies is going to try to stick their nose where it simply does not belong. That's how groups like this work."
"That's how Arik Holt operates. When things don't go his way, he throws a fit and he becomes more and more unhinged in the process. But, neither you nor your bitch of a boss scares me. Nothing scares me anymore except for myself. For someone who hasn't the slightest clue what a woman with nothing left to lose can do? You sure do like to run your mouth a whole lot. This will not have the same outcome as our last encounter had. In fact, I would just love to show you what happens when you pick the wrong side and decide to make me an enemy. It never ends well for those who choose that path and this is only the start. I'll make sure I leave some kind of scraps for the boys so they can have something to chew on as well. It's only fair, isn't it?"
"That's just the thing, isn't it? No one knows just what I can do. No one has any idea what I am capable of at this point. What happened to ASHER was a mere taste of what I can accomplish when I am pushed far beyond my own rage. I keep things bottled up because I know how dangerous it would be for everyone else if I let that rage free from the cage I keep it locked up within. So, for the well being of everyone else, I'll keep it all bottled up until they feel like making their presence known again. I'm sure it'll be sooner rather than later because Persephone has been quite bored for too long now. They're hungry, they foam at the mouth whenever the mere prospect of sinking their fangs into a fleshy little-- No, no! I'm sorry... I didn't-- Look, this isn't easy, okay? None of this has been easy."
"It's hard enough trying to keep the dangerous thing at bay and to promise it will get it's weight in pounds and pounds of flesh. They got a little morsel last show, but it wasn't enough for them. Do you know how hard it is to keep a literal bloodthirsty demon at bay who feasts on the flesh of those who have done wrong by me? It's a lot harder than it freaking looks. That's for damn sure. Persephone Bane is not something I like to let others see because they never know when to stop. They keep going until their little toy has fulfilled their needs for a temporary point in time."
"Then, they get bored and the prospect of playing with a new toy excites them. They're like a puppy, you give them a bone and they willingly go right for it. But, I cannot let that happen this time. I cannot and I will not and I refuse to let any single one of you push me to that dark place again. No matter how hard it is. If I keep fighting, if I keep my head on straight... Then, I won't have to worry about it. They'll get quiet again and the voices will just--- they'll all go away again. That simple."
"Ellie Quinn is not someone I am unfamiliar with. At least, we haven't met face to face inside of the ring. I won't underestimate her because I have seen what she is capable of. I am not counting her out for anything in this match. In fact, I expect her to take advantage of any opportunity she may get because that's what anyone else would do in this kind of situation. But, just as I said about Slade, I am not going to be someone to take out so easily. So many people have already counted me out and I'm tired of it. I won't apologize for what I have to do, Ellie. When it comes to having my sights on something, I do whatever it takes. Just like I have already said. It won't be the first time I will be holding the Noble Championship, except this time?"
"It'll be worth while. I'll make sure I hold onto it as long as I possibly can by making sure neither you nor Slade gets your grubby little fingers on it. This is an opportunity for you to capitalize on a moment to capture your first piece of gold here, isn't it? Well, I won't let that be an easy challenge for you. In fact, this might be one of the hardest challenges you've ever faced before and that's just the consequences of what Arik Holt has tossed you into. So, when you are left empty handed at the end of all of this? You know who to thank for that."
"At the end of all of this, I will be the one walking away with my head held high and my grip on a piece of leather with gold on it. I don't do this for the gold, but I do enjoy being rewarded for doing good things. I enjoy being rewarded for fighting as hard as I can. If-- No, not if-- When... When I walk out of this match with that gold in my hands? It's only the beginning on my path to far greater things. I've failed time and time again when it comes to gold and I won't let that be my mistake this time. I'll do what needs to be done and I'll ensure I take down anyone who gets in my way. So, it is in the best interest of The True Society to keep their stupid little noses out of this. It is in their best interest to stay the hell out of my business and to let Slade take his whooping like a real man... because this time? I won't be the one passing out and it's that freaking simple."
