Post by Savannah Sunshine. on Nov 3, 2021 16:57:56 GMT -5
what if i wanted to fight, beg for the rest of my life?
what would you do? you say you wanted more.
what are you waiting for? i'm not running from you.
come, break me down. bury me, bury me.
i am finished with you. look in my eyes.
you're killing me, killing me. all i wanted was you.
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 3RD, 2021
2:30 AM @ ANDREWS' PUB
PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA
OFF-CAMERA
There are a few empty glasses pushed to the side, at least five of them. She hadn't been here for more than an hour tops, maybe an hour and a half. There had been a man at the end of the bar, one she had been avoiding for many purposes. Purposes which she wasn't ready to truly admit to herself just yet. But, the argument that had transpired earlier in the day was enough confirmation. Even if she hadn't known why she had told Jason such things. But, it was the truth. It was something she was no longer holding back from. Even if it meant hurting someone in the process, even if she knew where she stood now. Even if she knew that it would cause a fight for them, that's just who she was.
"Can we talk?" Voice is small and meek, fingers nervously fidgeting around as Jason stands in front of the window. "I'm not breaking up with you, before you say anything else. I just... want to talk to you about something." She can tell she's making him nervous, but she continues anyway. "I'm only telling you this because it needs to be said. Because if I don't say it, then it'll be something that continues to bother me and no, I don't..." She pauses, licks over her lips in trepidation.
"I don't... still feel like this. I did. At one point. But, not anymore. Not after--" She stops, cuts herself off as Jason turns to face her, brows furrowing slightly. "Hold on, just wait a second, okay?" He moves closer towards where she sits on the edge of her mothers bed. Jason standing a few feet away now. "You're not seriously about to tell me what I think you are, are you?" A brow raises in an incredulous way and Savannah almost wishes she could shrink to the smallest size possible.
"It's not like that. It's complicated." She struggles to properly explain herself, even as he stands against the windowsill. Arms crossed over his chest, gaze narrowed. "I'm not in love with him, it was never that far. I think... I think it just kind of happened. With how much time we were spending together. With how kind he was to me. With how--" Jason cuts her off with a hard laugh, one not full of humor at all.
"Are you even listening to yourself right now, Savannah? Why are you telling me this now of all times?" She fidgets with her fingers, head lowering a bit. "I don't know..." "Do you know the hell he's put me through? The hell he's put you through?" He pauses, just briefly as he steps closer towards her. "He tried to kill me, Savannah. In order to get to you. In order to show you that he was willing to do anything to show you he cared. Does that not seem off putting at all to you?!" His voice raises slightly and it makes her cringe a bit. She knows that telling him this would have elicited such a reaction, it's her own doing this time.
"You think I don't know what he's done? It's not just you that had to endure torture. I had to endure it to. For months on end, I had to endure so much. I had to deal with how he hurt the people I love. I had to deal with how obsessive he was. I had to deal with all of the bad things. But, it wasn't... It wasn't all bad. It's not like I'm in love with him, okay?" She pushes curls past her field of view, Jason still standing near the window he now faces.
"I'm not. Yes, a part of me still cares about him and yes, I still think... I still think that maybe, someway, somehow, that something is worth saving with him. He's not a lost cause. Not yet, not if someone that can talk sense into him can do that. I know this sounds bad to you, but it's not like that. So, can we please not argue?" She stands to her feet, draws closer towards him as he scoffs low.
"You expect me to be calm when you've just pretty much told me that you had feelings for that psychopath at some point? While we were still together?!" His voice raises again and he draws closer towards her. "In the beginning, I cared about him the same way I care about you. He was my best friend, Jason. He was someone I could depend on and trust with my own life. He was the only one who was looking out for me while you were busy chasing gold and defending it! So, don't sit here and act as if you're the only victim in this situation." She can feel her heart rate increasing, takes a few deep and calming breaths as Jason shakes his head. He tosses his arms into his jacket and turns towards the door.
"You're right, let's not argue. I'll give you your space. I'm not breaking up with you, but you clearly aren't in the right state of mind. Don't bother reaching out to me until you figure out what the hell it is that you want." With that said, the door slams shut behind him as he heads out into the chill of the afternoon. Leaving the smaller woman all alone in the dark. Left alone with her thoughts. Left alone. Left alone. Left alone. What had she expected from him?
She's brought back to the present, the man who had been seated at the end of the bar had since made his way towards her. "Is this seat taken?" His voice is smooth, soothing in a way. The same way his voice had been for her once upon a time. She swallows hard, downs the rest of the old fashioned cocktail she was sipping on. A hand waves slightly towards the seat and the bald headed male soon occupies it. "Can I buy you a drink?" He's not giving up, wearing an all too inviting smile. It's warm and inviting, it's working. "Sure. Suit yourself." She shrugs, as the man orders her a White Russian. A drink she had since come to love recently.
As the drink is placed in front of her and the man is handed his bottle of beer, they fall into comfortable silence. He's been looking at her off and on, stealing glimpses of the caramel skinned beauty with freckles littering her skin. She's in a black dress, one that she hadn't worn in awhile, but one that still fit like a glove. It was comfortable and easy to breathe in, easy to walk in. "Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?" The male pipes up, breaking the silence as Savannah clears her throat. "Around the area. A bit of here and there, really. Generally Philly though. You?" He nods, glances at the Football game replaying on the plasma screen in front of them. "I'm a traveler, though I'm originally from Philly as well. I'm Erik, by the way." He holds his hand out towards her and she blinks slightly. There was absolutely no way in hell.
She reaches her hand out tentatively, shaking hands with him. "Savannah. Nice to meet you... Erik." The two fall into comfortable conversation getting to know one another. But, she knows this is nothing more than casual conversation for her. "So, are you single or what?" His question catches her off guard and she lets out a gentle laugh. "Not single, no. I have a boyfriend, actually. We're just... going through a thing right now."
She shrugs, downing the rest of her drink as she stands from the seat she had been occupying. "Can I interest you in a dance perhaps?" She's probably had a few too many drinks, but she doesn't care right now. It's all part of the plan, part of the trap, not for her. But, for the demon within. She needs to be fed, needs to have her hunger cured for now. "Sure, lead the way." The man slides from the opposite seat and Savannah leads him towards the dance floor.
They danced for several songs, the man even having to unbutton his shirt a bit and roll up his sleeves. Though, Savannah had barely broken a sweat. "Hey, I'm going to go freshen up." She has to yell over the music, but he hears her as he flashes her a thumbs up. Without another word, she makes her way towards the restroom where she splashes cold water on her face and neck. It helps quell the heat she feels on her skin for now, allows her a moment of solace. Though, something feels off as the hair at the back of her neck stands on end. The door to the restroom swings open, she can hear it. But, she's too anxious to really see who it was. Until the lock clicks and she's left on edge. Spinning around to find Erik standing there now.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay." She can tell this is going to go South, but Persephone won't allow that to happen. She'll lure him in, just close enough to bite, and then she'll feast on every single inch of him. "Oh, I'm just fine. No worries. Are you lost? The men's room is down the hall." She dries her skin off, head tilting slightly as the man draws closer. Though, he doesn't see the dark flash across her eyes. The subtle shift from Savannah to Persephone as the man draws closer and closer until her back hits the wall.
Oh, Persephone loves these kinds of games. Men who think they are owed something from a woman. "Good, good. Now, where were we?" His hands find their way to her thighs, but she easily slaps them away. The man drawing his hands back from her until the positions are shifted. "Isn't this a lot better?" Hands are pinned above his head and he looks far too excited, grinning from ear to ear practically. "Now, stay still. We do hate it when our food runs away." There's a dark tone to her now, something that he doesn't seem to notice as her hand brushes across the button for the hand dryer. Something noisy to drown out the screams that will follow.
Jaw becomes unhinged and rows of razor sharp teeth become present. The man's eyes grow wide and as he begins to struggle, those razor sharp teeth rip into his neck. Persephone takes her time, ripping him apart inch by inch without so much as leaving a single trail of blood. She knows how to clean up, knows how not to get messy with her food. Even as she picks her teeth with a bone from his rib cage fifteen minutes later.
He's ripped apart clean, the only thing left of him parts that can be easily cleaned up. Persephone makes quick work, wiping away the small droplets of blood that are left behind. Swallowing down the remains of the male before she takes a look in the mirror. There's blood all over her face that she wipes away in the sink. It washes down the drain easily, but the human resurfaces a moment later.
Savannah is not built for feasting on humans, but she tries her best for the demon. Moments later, she's puking up something that resembles blood into the sink. She lets it run, turns the faucet on as it clears away the grime and blood. She stays there until she feels better, wipes her mouth clean as Persephone pipes up. "Do you feel better?" Savannah grimaces, shaking her head a bit. "You will get used to it. But, do you feel better?" Savannah stops, listens to the words this time. "Kind of. I feel like shit for hurting Jason. Do you think he'll forgive me?" She glances in the mirror, her reflection distorted. "Of course he will. He knows where your heart truly lies. Even if it annoys us to no end. Now, go home and rest. You need it." Savannah nods at her reflection, collecting her bag and exiting the rest room soon after.
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 3RD, 2021
1:30 PM @ LINCOLN FINANCIAL FIELD
PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA
ON-CAMERA
Dressed in a Mailata jersey, she's focused on watching the Philadelphia Eagles run a practice. Cheering here and there whenever they do anything worth while, she's not too far from the action. Seated just close enough to see and hear everyone. There are a few others, but it's a mostly private training day. "They say the harder you work, the payoff will be worth it. But, that's not always the case for everyone. At least, I know that hasn't been the case for me." She rubs her hands together, shifts a bit in her seat as she takes a sip from her hot chocolate. She lets out a content sigh, rolling her neck a bit.
"But, now I'm a woman with absolutely nothing left to lose. Which is when I become someone that no one wants me to be. I'm already losing a grip of who I am and that's okay with me because I know what that means." She pauses briefly, a puff of smoke coming from her lips from how cold it was. "It means I'm about to become a real threat to anyone they put in my way." She grins almost sickeningly sweet, but there is nothing sweet about how she's acting.
"I'm not in this to become some kind of team player. Teams have never really worked out well for me. I've always held back my partners or I've been stabbed in the back or it just never works out for another reason. So, this isn't something I'm happy to be involved in. But, any chance to take down True Society? Well, that's a chance I'm not willing to let slip past me. True Society and their bitch of a leader have been nothing but a living nightmare to this entire place and they've only been together for a few shows now."
"But, how much longer can the co-exist before they're fighting over who gets to hold the gold they all hold next? That's the real question. We all know it's every person for themselves at that point, isn't that right?" She stands to her feet, moving to start ascending the stairs now. She's moving to warmer grounds, the executive suite to be exact. The camera follows her every move.
"Asher is my brother, through and through. I know how he is, I trained him myself with help from our father. So, I know what to expect from him. Angelo?" She pauses, waving a hand around slightly. "He's unpredictable. But, that's what makes him so special. That's what makes people like me and him so special. We are unpredictable when we're on a path towards a common goal. The unpredictable ones are the ones that you really need to worry about."
"Asher sticks to what he knows, stays to himself, stays in his own little bubble. But, not me. I'm done staying in the same bubble, it's about damn time I start showing exactly what I am capable of and it starts at the next show." She pulls open the door to the executive suite, stepping into the warmth of the room with a gentle sigh of relief. The chill outside has done nothing for her face, made red from the wind chill.
"We live in a society where honor is a distant memory." She takes a seat in one of the large lounge chairs, reclining back as she closes her eyes and relaxes. "No longer am I playing by the rules of everyone else's game. I'm done being looked at as the weakest link. I'm done being looked at as someone that none of you take as a threat. So, I'm letting the reigns be pulled by the other half of me."
"The half that you really don't want to mess with. Asher, unfortunately, learned that the hard way the last time he stepped into the ring with me... and it's very hard to put her back to rest if she's got a taste." When her eyes open again, there's a certain darkness to them. Something that everyone got a taste of when she stepped in the ring with Asher last time.
"I'm done being held back by chains. I'm done allowing myself to stop me from myself. I'm not afraid to do whatever it takes. There are no rules when it comes to what I am going to do. I am going to dismantle True Society one by one until they are all groveling at my feet like the whimpering little fools they are." She takes a gentle breath, sits up in her chair.
"I'm exactly what everyone wants me to be now. The dangerous and unhinged parts of me are being let loose and I won't care who is left broken in the end. I'm not doing this to please anyone anymore. I have absolutely nothing left to lose and everything to gain and in the end?" She stands to her feet, stretches as she moves to the sky window to glance down at the men who are still practicing.
"The most dangerous person is a broken one. One that has nothing left to lose. One that has forgone all inhibition and given into the darkness that everyone wants them to be. Everyone thinks me some naive little girl, right? Well, there is nothing naive about me. I'm going to make sure everyone knows not to fuck with me from here on out. I'm done pretending like I'm not frustrated, so I'm going to enjoy making sure True Society feels every single inch of my frustrations." She cracks her knuckles, one by one, as they pop with each bone cracking. Though, that dark gaze still casts over her eyes.
"Arik Holt has haunted me for months now. Arik Holt has made my life a miserable hell. Arik Holt used to be my friend. Arik Holt. Arik Holt... was my friend." She pauses, hands gripping the rail in front of her now. Knuckles are turning pale in comparison to light skin color that usually covered her. "I won't blame him for this anymore. I won't blame him for the darkness I have become. This is no one's fault but my own. But, you can thank him for what I am about to do from here on out. No one is safe from the dangers that are lurking within me. So, when I do what I have to do from here on out? Thank Arik Holt. Thank the man who drove me to the brink of insanity. Thank True Society for deciding to join in on the shitshow while we're at it..." She shoves the camera out of her way, moving out of the room and building in general.
