Post by Aerynn Donnelly on Jan 17, 2014 10:59:39 GMT -6
>>> Memory Lane <<<
-- After the phone call with Pauly, Aerynn wasn't quick to head back inside. She remained out on the balcony and looked out over the city of Vegas. Sounds from Brody's little 'after-party' filtered out to where she was and she snarl silently. It was then that she turned and slammed the sliding glass door shut; letting out a sigh of relief at the blissful silence that followed.
-- She hated her job. She hated Brody with such a burning fiery passion that words couldn't even begin to describe it. She hated.. No. She pitied the women who got caught in his trap of charm covered bullshit. Most of all, she hated herself.
-- It could be said that, at one point in time, Aerynn Caoilainn Donnelly took shit from no one. But then her mother died unexpectedly. By the time her mother died, her father had already been diagnosed with cancer. He had been in stage two. Going to chemo and radiation treatments three times a week. And even with what little money their pensions brought in, it still wasn't enough to pay the bills. Let alone the doctor's bills.
-- So, Aerynn started fighting in underground matches. More often then not, Aerynn came home with a black eye, a busted lip... Something. And every single time, she swore her mother died a little more inside. She seen it each time she gave her mother the winnings from one fight or another.
-- Her mother had fussed over her. Her father kept trying to talk to sense into her. But Aerynn never relented. She kept going back. Week after week. Sometimes, two or three times a week. Depending on what bills needed to be paid. Or what doctor's visit wasn't covered under the paltry insurance her parents had.
-- She simply.. had no choice.
-- Then came the fight that damned near cost her her life...
>>> Burning Hatred <<<
-- Aerynn growled lowly as the memory started to form in her mind and she pushed away from the railing of the balcony. Only to head inside and to her room. She was able to skirt by the party goers and slip into her room without any fanfare or pleas for her to join the party.
-- Once inside, she moved over to her suitcase and changed clothes. Out of her typical attire of boots, jeans and tank top. Sat at the foot of the bed and removed the leather bracers she always wore. Tossing them over onto the dresser, she stood up and redressed in a pair of sweat-capris and a different type of tank top. She pulled on a pair of matching socks and then her running shoes. She stretched her neck out slightly and loosened her shoulders. She then retrieved her iPod and secured it around her upper arm. After placing the ear buds into her ears, she hit play on the device and headed out of her room.
-- As she reached the elevator, she reached up and pulled her hair into a messy pony-tail and waited for the elevator to show up.
Let the bodies hit the floor.
Let the bodies hit the floor.
Let the bodies hit the floor.
Let the bodies hit the.....FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!
-- Her whole body seemed to suddenly relax as the music began to seep into her veins. The elevator arrived and in she stepped. It only took about thirty seconds for her to reach the bottom floor and out of the hotel she headed.
-- Once she hit the front of the hotel, a valet looked over to her and asked her something. She knew he was speaking to her, but ignored him as she took off at a jog down the walk-way of the hotel and once she hit the sidewalk, all bets were off.
-- She lost herself in the music. Lost herself in the pain of the run. Lost herself within the city of Las Vegas itself. Once or twice, someone tried to stop her, but she just ignored them and kept right on running.
-- Brody wouldn't realize that she was gone. No, he was too busy trying to nail his lastest conquest. Some cheeky little blonde he'd met at the club that night. She let out another soft growl at the thought of how women were able to be charmed by this guy.
-- Oh sure, he was her boss. But not really by choice. He'd tricked her.. No, that wasn't the right phrase for that... He guilt tripped her into working for him. Offering to pay for her dad's hospice and treatments.
"The best treatment anywhere. The best money can buy."
-- That was his motivation for getting Aerynn to come work for him as a body guard. And ultimately, trash remover.
Fourteen hours later..
-- After having removed the remnants of Brody's little after-party the night before, she was moving through the main rooms of the penthouse to the kitchen. She heard the door open and sighed lightly. Brody was back. After that morning's events with removing his little entourage, she wasn't in the greatest of moods.
-- He would only catch sight of her as she made her way to the fridge. Pulling out a jug of orange juice, she heard him enter the kitchen behind her.
Brody: "Wow, make yourself at home."
-- She heard the sarcasm in his voice and chose to ignore it as she reached over and pulled a glass down from the cupboard. She didn't respond right away as she poured herself a glassful of the orange juice and placed the jug back into the fridge. She finally turned around, glass in hand and leaned back against the counter.
-- She smirked at him, tipped her glass to him and just before she took a drink...
Aerynn: "Planned ta."
-- It was then that Brody would eye something that no one else had earlier. She had a busted lip. One that was swollen, bruised and from the looks of it, might've needed stitches.
Brody: "You know... Remind me to buy a bottle of Dom for whoever busted your face."
-- His tone was completely condescending. And the bastard was actually smiling when he said it. Only to walk past her, reopen the fridge and grab a beer. After opening it, he took a long drink and looked back at her.
Brody: "Now, feel free to show yourself out, Princess."
-- And then turned around and walked away. As he did, she sneered at him and flipped him off.
>>> Pomp and Circumstance <<<
17 January 2014
-- She got the call that she’d been booked on the inaugural show for UWA. She flipped her phone closed and looked up with a smirk. She turned back to walk into her hotel room and sat down on the edge of the bed.
-- She pulled her laptop into her lap and opened it. Opening a web browser, she pulled up the UWA website and clicked on the link that led her to Fabian Korentice’s bio page.
-- She pulled back with a bit of shock.
Aerynn: “THAT Fabian Korentice?”
-- She leaned forward to look again. Just to make sure she was seeing the man correctly.
Aerynn: “Yeah, it’s you alright.”
-- She closed the laptop and headed out.
-- Brody had given her the day off and so she was pretty much free to do whatever she wanted. So, she headed to the gym.
It was impossible to hear her phone while she was riding her bike, so when she got to the gym, she checked to see if she had any missed calls. Seeing that Samual Johnson had called her four times since she’d left the hotel, she flipped her phone open and returned his call.
Leaning back against her bike, she smiled lightly whenever Samual answered.
Aerynn: “Samual. Why dinna ye tell me I was booked against THE Fabian Korentice?”
Samual: “I take it you know Mr. Korentice.”
Aerynn: “Know him? ‘E’s a god damn legend in me old circles. So, aye, I know who he is, Samual.”
Samual: “Good. Since you’re the first match of the show, I fully expect you’ll give him a good fight.”
-- Aerynn laughed at that.
Aerynn: “Aye, I’ll give the ol’ dog a good fight. But ye need tae let ‘im know one thing…”
Samual: “And what’s that, my dear?”
Aerynn: “Let him know.. Tha’ we all know all dogs go to heaven.. Well, bad bitches do, too”
-- And with that, she ended the call and headed into the gym.
>> End Scene <<<
