Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 5:34:31 GMT -5
W I L Dthing
Taking risks. Laughable. There were different kind of risks in life. For some it was an adventure leaving their comfortable beds in the morning. Trying to survive the day. And to be honest- it was hard. So many possible things could go wrong. From choking on your cereals to getting hit by a car. But that alone did not make you a risk taker. The thought alone was hilarious. Calculated risks did not make you a hero. It made you predictable to say the very least. Lingering in a past loss was not paying the rent. But what was there to expect? Some human beings were beaten with ignorance, blind sighted by ideas that others put in their head. Waiting to shift reality into a form that they could enjoy. Chasing after something that never was meant to be. Every champion once was a contender that refused to give up. ~ Rocky Balboa.
ASCHE ZU ASCHE
New York; New York
Standing still was not an option. Leaning back and enjoying the sweet things in life- not possible. It was nice to enjoy your own comfort zone, for a while. But the march was not over yet. Certain things left unsaid that would become an issue. Oh sweet Caroline, so much self reflection. Coming clean. For what? Trying to look like a real human being with feelings. Hilarious. This was not Les Misérables and Miss Burchill certainly was no Jean Valjean. A martyr. A righteous person. Vive la révolution! And fuck you very much.
What a smell. No matter how hard she tried- it was impossible to get used to it. It was by no means the dried blood or the spilled guts. More the failing of the human race that crawled up her nostrils whenever kicking the massive metal door open. The Slaughterhouse. It was something like a date night for the Wilders.
Sense the romantic vibes?
They were there. Fulfilling the need of your partner was highly romantic. The young Misses, TIARA WILDER, was listening to the echo of her footsteps while walking down the long corridor. Here and there some workers crossed her way. While at first being unsure as of what she came for- they only nodded their heads by now. The expression on her face was hard to read. Maybe there was nothing to see in the first place. The natural coolness was creeping up her bones. While looking for the right area she could hear Erron discuss certain things with the owner.
“I am gonna get started, see you in there.”
She was calling over her shoulder before stepping through the white plastic curtain. If it had been cold outside- it was fucking Elsa’s kingdom inside of here. Seeing the red lines on the floor told her two things. The dead animals had just recently been slaughtered which meant they were still somewhat soft. Good. Her deep green eyes checked out the complete room seeing the last staff members leave. They looked at her a split second, irritated.
Lesson learnt, Good sheep.
When looking down at her taped hands she would try to stretch them in every possible way. Making sure they were sticking together merciless. It did hurt. She maybe was a cunt but at least an honest one. When Erron introduced her to that form of workout- it burnt. During the cold inside of here made it hard to feel anything. Her joints ended up swollen and bruised. But looking at the same fingers now made her smile. They had healed and more important she knew her way around. Her fingertips were running over the dead animal in an almost gentle way.
“Thank you for becoming dinner. You look pretty… I can see you being my next burger.”
A wicked grin was forming around her lips. Beautiful and yet disturbing to the limits. Different than most she enjoyed her music blasting loud. No headphones. In a location like this it did not really matter. The company provided sound systems for their workers, even inside this freezer. The first beats of ‘Propane Nightmare’ by Pendulum filled the room. Building up slowly. Tiara got herself in position. Making sure her feet were standing in the way he had taught her and then the first hit. Starting slow and less precisely than she hoped for. It took at least five more punches before a certain heat was growing inside of her, fulfilling her body. A fire burning that would lighten up the darkest night. Going through different kind of punching combos while never standing still.
Your footwork is just as important as a hard punch.
His voice was inside of her head. Reminding her of her own place in life. She was getting into the zone as the cool kids said. So deep that she hardly recognised him entering. Licking over his lips when looking into her direction while filming into her direction. She gave him that wide smile, one of her eyebrows shooting up.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving the outside a view that they will not forget. So Caroline O’Hara Burchill.”
It took about three seconds for her expression to change. Handing out another punch which made the dead body shiver. Metal scratching noise. A hard, clean punch. Tiara took a deep breath when focusing on her own voice.
“Applause to the Queen finally gracing us with her presence. I had my doubts to be honest, after all I pretty much heard were crickets during the past days. I get it. I am not important enough to receive your attention Caroline, no hurt feelings. Which mostly results out of the fact that I couldn’t care less what you think about me. How you view me and who I am are two different pair of shoes. There is a very thin line between arrogance and confidence Süße. And I am not quite sure to what direction you are swinging. I was sitting back listening through your words. At points it does look like you are an adult. Able to make peace with spilled milk coming in the form of losses. And just when I thought you can ‘man’ up you kick around like a little girl. I am so tough. I am taking all kind of risks. I can do whatever my opponent can. Really? Is that what you honestly think? You know nothing about me and yet you claim to have me all figured out. Is that why we shall all hail the queen? A female that obviously lives in her own little world. Scared to fall back to the end of the line. Without wanting to offend you, but that is just one thing: Pathetic.”
She punched several more times before looking at the former white tape. It had fifty shades of red by now. The small feeling of satisfaction filling her senses. Only lasting that long.
“I can see you sitting at home trying to make sense of my words. And also telling yourself- how tough can she be? Hitting dead bodies, they don’t hit back. I give you credit for figuring that much out. But you know what the benefit of this here is?” Tiara still smiled when digging her nails into the mediocre soft body. “They don’t break. Do not label me for a fool Caroline. Or shush me off as an easy target, someone you can use to reach the throne. I don’t care who has beaten you in the past. That is your burden to carry and does not affect our match in the slightest. While taking a bath in self pity you might as well get your mind in the right position. I am coming with only one thing on my mind, destruction. I am not bothered by an army standing in my way. I am the strange, foreign kid that will shoot first and ask questions later. Why? Because this is who I am. And that is something you can not take from me. The believe in myself and the things that I can do. Correction, will do. I am not known for taking the easy way. Although I am not even sure what that exactly means.”
Tiara brushed her messy, blonde hair behind her ear. Not bothered with the blood that was covering those slim fingers. There were worse things in life than blood. Much worse.
“Maybe I am reckless. Maybe I would be a good fit at the Mad Hatters tea party. But maybe you only see what I let you see. Think about it like that. What do you know about Tiara Wilder? What have you figured out Caroline? Words do not mean anything till you bring them to life. I ain’t falling for the mask you put on. The strong competitor that you wish to be. So confident in her own actions. Behind all that rests a small girl that slowly starts to accept defeat. Feeling the cracks of the facade that was holding you together. And while it fills my heart with pride that you start to accept your place- it is what we call bad timing. We are all beatable, breakable and replaceable. Everyone telling you different is a liar. It maybe won't comfort you being around me. There will come a point it might makes you sick even. But the least I can promise you is this. I won't lie to you. It will be an honest fist that hits you right between the face. A well meant reminder of who I am when my boot drives you face first into the mat.”
Without a warning she began to laugh. It sounded dry yet came to a point where she pressed her palm against her own stomach. Shaking heavily. The look on her husband's face was a mixture of puzzled and amused himself.
“Do I wanna know?”
“I just realised that I am indeed a very comforting type of person… I should write children's books.”
“No. You really shouldn’t. The world is already full of disturbed creatures. Tiara in Wonderland won’t solve that problem.”
He chuckled which only made her laugh again. Closing her eyes to find the focus again. The laughter had stopped. Back was the serious look coming mostly from her eyes.
“I could go on and tell you what all you have done wrong Caroline, but we both don’t have time for that. Or in my case, the care to explain everything to you. The way I look at things is pretty simple. I ain’t now high educated type of person. I am not dumb- but I focus on the important things in life. Does that make any sense to you? Fighting comes from an primary instinct. You don’t need to be an Einstein to understand how it works. Or call yourself a higher race. The era of Queens and Kings rests behind us. This business needs no rulers that hardly can focus long enough to take a piss. This is the era of the simple man and woman. Those that burst their asses off, fighting. I ain’t aiming for a throne or a crown. I am collecting victims. They are endless and never lose their shine. Let me close with the words that probably portray me best. I am bringing a knife to a gunfight, not because I am dumb. But because stabbing people is so much more satisfying.”
Just like the last time she would wink into the camera going back to her workout.
WILD thing, you make my heart sing.
Taking risks. Laughable. There were different kind of risks in life. For some it was an adventure leaving their comfortable beds in the morning. Trying to survive the day. And to be honest- it was hard. So many possible things could go wrong. From choking on your cereals to getting hit by a car. But that alone did not make you a risk taker. The thought alone was hilarious. Calculated risks did not make you a hero. It made you predictable to say the very least. Lingering in a past loss was not paying the rent. But what was there to expect? Some human beings were beaten with ignorance, blind sighted by ideas that others put in their head. Waiting to shift reality into a form that they could enjoy. Chasing after something that never was meant to be. Every champion once was a contender that refused to give up. ~ Rocky Balboa.
ASCHE ZU ASCHE
New York; New York
Standing still was not an option. Leaning back and enjoying the sweet things in life- not possible. It was nice to enjoy your own comfort zone, for a while. But the march was not over yet. Certain things left unsaid that would become an issue. Oh sweet Caroline, so much self reflection. Coming clean. For what? Trying to look like a real human being with feelings. Hilarious. This was not Les Misérables and Miss Burchill certainly was no Jean Valjean. A martyr. A righteous person. Vive la révolution! And fuck you very much.
What a smell. No matter how hard she tried- it was impossible to get used to it. It was by no means the dried blood or the spilled guts. More the failing of the human race that crawled up her nostrils whenever kicking the massive metal door open. The Slaughterhouse. It was something like a date night for the Wilders.
Sense the romantic vibes?
They were there. Fulfilling the need of your partner was highly romantic. The young Misses, TIARA WILDER, was listening to the echo of her footsteps while walking down the long corridor. Here and there some workers crossed her way. While at first being unsure as of what she came for- they only nodded their heads by now. The expression on her face was hard to read. Maybe there was nothing to see in the first place. The natural coolness was creeping up her bones. While looking for the right area she could hear Erron discuss certain things with the owner.
“I am gonna get started, see you in there.”
She was calling over her shoulder before stepping through the white plastic curtain. If it had been cold outside- it was fucking Elsa’s kingdom inside of here. Seeing the red lines on the floor told her two things. The dead animals had just recently been slaughtered which meant they were still somewhat soft. Good. Her deep green eyes checked out the complete room seeing the last staff members leave. They looked at her a split second, irritated.
Lesson learnt, Good sheep.
When looking down at her taped hands she would try to stretch them in every possible way. Making sure they were sticking together merciless. It did hurt. She maybe was a cunt but at least an honest one. When Erron introduced her to that form of workout- it burnt. During the cold inside of here made it hard to feel anything. Her joints ended up swollen and bruised. But looking at the same fingers now made her smile. They had healed and more important she knew her way around. Her fingertips were running over the dead animal in an almost gentle way.
“Thank you for becoming dinner. You look pretty… I can see you being my next burger.”
A wicked grin was forming around her lips. Beautiful and yet disturbing to the limits. Different than most she enjoyed her music blasting loud. No headphones. In a location like this it did not really matter. The company provided sound systems for their workers, even inside this freezer. The first beats of ‘Propane Nightmare’ by Pendulum filled the room. Building up slowly. Tiara got herself in position. Making sure her feet were standing in the way he had taught her and then the first hit. Starting slow and less precisely than she hoped for. It took at least five more punches before a certain heat was growing inside of her, fulfilling her body. A fire burning that would lighten up the darkest night. Going through different kind of punching combos while never standing still.
Your footwork is just as important as a hard punch.
His voice was inside of her head. Reminding her of her own place in life. She was getting into the zone as the cool kids said. So deep that she hardly recognised him entering. Licking over his lips when looking into her direction while filming into her direction. She gave him that wide smile, one of her eyebrows shooting up.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving the outside a view that they will not forget. So Caroline O’Hara Burchill.”
It took about three seconds for her expression to change. Handing out another punch which made the dead body shiver. Metal scratching noise. A hard, clean punch. Tiara took a deep breath when focusing on her own voice.
“Applause to the Queen finally gracing us with her presence. I had my doubts to be honest, after all I pretty much heard were crickets during the past days. I get it. I am not important enough to receive your attention Caroline, no hurt feelings. Which mostly results out of the fact that I couldn’t care less what you think about me. How you view me and who I am are two different pair of shoes. There is a very thin line between arrogance and confidence Süße. And I am not quite sure to what direction you are swinging. I was sitting back listening through your words. At points it does look like you are an adult. Able to make peace with spilled milk coming in the form of losses. And just when I thought you can ‘man’ up you kick around like a little girl. I am so tough. I am taking all kind of risks. I can do whatever my opponent can. Really? Is that what you honestly think? You know nothing about me and yet you claim to have me all figured out. Is that why we shall all hail the queen? A female that obviously lives in her own little world. Scared to fall back to the end of the line. Without wanting to offend you, but that is just one thing: Pathetic.”
She punched several more times before looking at the former white tape. It had fifty shades of red by now. The small feeling of satisfaction filling her senses. Only lasting that long.
“I can see you sitting at home trying to make sense of my words. And also telling yourself- how tough can she be? Hitting dead bodies, they don’t hit back. I give you credit for figuring that much out. But you know what the benefit of this here is?” Tiara still smiled when digging her nails into the mediocre soft body. “They don’t break. Do not label me for a fool Caroline. Or shush me off as an easy target, someone you can use to reach the throne. I don’t care who has beaten you in the past. That is your burden to carry and does not affect our match in the slightest. While taking a bath in self pity you might as well get your mind in the right position. I am coming with only one thing on my mind, destruction. I am not bothered by an army standing in my way. I am the strange, foreign kid that will shoot first and ask questions later. Why? Because this is who I am. And that is something you can not take from me. The believe in myself and the things that I can do. Correction, will do. I am not known for taking the easy way. Although I am not even sure what that exactly means.”
Tiara brushed her messy, blonde hair behind her ear. Not bothered with the blood that was covering those slim fingers. There were worse things in life than blood. Much worse.
“Maybe I am reckless. Maybe I would be a good fit at the Mad Hatters tea party. But maybe you only see what I let you see. Think about it like that. What do you know about Tiara Wilder? What have you figured out Caroline? Words do not mean anything till you bring them to life. I ain’t falling for the mask you put on. The strong competitor that you wish to be. So confident in her own actions. Behind all that rests a small girl that slowly starts to accept defeat. Feeling the cracks of the facade that was holding you together. And while it fills my heart with pride that you start to accept your place- it is what we call bad timing. We are all beatable, breakable and replaceable. Everyone telling you different is a liar. It maybe won't comfort you being around me. There will come a point it might makes you sick even. But the least I can promise you is this. I won't lie to you. It will be an honest fist that hits you right between the face. A well meant reminder of who I am when my boot drives you face first into the mat.”
Without a warning she began to laugh. It sounded dry yet came to a point where she pressed her palm against her own stomach. Shaking heavily. The look on her husband's face was a mixture of puzzled and amused himself.
“Do I wanna know?”
“I just realised that I am indeed a very comforting type of person… I should write children's books.”
“No. You really shouldn’t. The world is already full of disturbed creatures. Tiara in Wonderland won’t solve that problem.”
He chuckled which only made her laugh again. Closing her eyes to find the focus again. The laughter had stopped. Back was the serious look coming mostly from her eyes.
“I could go on and tell you what all you have done wrong Caroline, but we both don’t have time for that. Or in my case, the care to explain everything to you. The way I look at things is pretty simple. I ain’t now high educated type of person. I am not dumb- but I focus on the important things in life. Does that make any sense to you? Fighting comes from an primary instinct. You don’t need to be an Einstein to understand how it works. Or call yourself a higher race. The era of Queens and Kings rests behind us. This business needs no rulers that hardly can focus long enough to take a piss. This is the era of the simple man and woman. Those that burst their asses off, fighting. I ain’t aiming for a throne or a crown. I am collecting victims. They are endless and never lose their shine. Let me close with the words that probably portray me best. I am bringing a knife to a gunfight, not because I am dumb. But because stabbing people is so much more satisfying.”
Just like the last time she would wink into the camera going back to her workout.
WILD thing, you make my heart sing.
The German Glory