Post by Craven on Aug 21, 2014 20:21:36 GMT -6
Craven sits in his car watching as the woman alternately known to the world as both Brittany Conway and Miss Mercy of the Pleasure Dome makes her way inside a gym to workout. As the door closes behind her, Craven nods and turns on his voice recorder.
Craven: Some people seem to think I’m some kind of low rent private investigator. I suppose I can thank Fraser Freeman for that since he did technically hire me to do that kind of thing, though, not really. He wasn’t really hiring me to investigate because I’m pretty sure both he and Baron already knew what she was doing and probably even who she was doing it with. I’m pretty sure they even knew why so anything of that I reported was old news even if I had to treat it like it was some kind of damning revelation.
He glances back over at the door of the gym.
Craven: The reality was, always, and continues to be that I was hired to be a babysitter. As much as it seems like they should be angry with her, Miss Mercy brings them in too much money, at least from the Silver Baron’s perspective anyway, to just send her on her way to oblivion for this kind of professional... misconduct.
Shaking his head, Craven sits back trying not to make himself conspicuous.
Craven: It’s funny how this guy reminds me of a spoiled rich kid who read a few books and decided he knew everything. In this case it’s like he read up on Ayn Rand and objectivism and on how to be a dominant and decided that all sounded really good to him because it gave him an excuse to be a selfish, sadistic prick all he wanted.
Shrugging, he watches as the woman comes walking out of the gym and makes her way to another car. She starts it up and leaves the driveway, Craven pulling into gear right behind her.
Craven: That’s really all he is in the end. There’s nothing more to it, no deeper truth. He’s not misunderstood, he’s just a sadist who gets off on stuff like that and who knows because of his financial situation that as long as he doesn’t cross certain lines in public, nothing will really come of it because he can always just buy his way out of whatever.
He shakes his head in disgust as he continues to follow Brittany down the street.
Craven: So what are you gonna teach me, Professor? What great lesson, what great truth?
Brittany pulls into a liquor store and steps from the car, seemingly in a hurry. Craven pulls in and makes sure she can’t see him from the door when she returns.
Craven: He probably thinks he’s gonna show me that I can’t protect her even though I’ve got an audiotape that’s been telling me that one for eight years. Or maybe he thinks he’s gonna prove to me that she’s far more broken than she appears to be even though I’ve been there all alone. I know where she’s been, what she’s been through, what she’s had to do, what she’s chosen to do.
Looking to the door, Craven watches intently, waiting for her to return.
Craven: Maybe he thinks he’s gonna show me that I wasted my time trying to reach Skylar and that I should have given up before I fell into an abyss myself but that would tend to contradict what he, himself, supposedly believes in, not that I would be surprised if that happened either.
Craven shrugs as he waits.
Craven: Maybe he thinks he’s gonna show me that Katarina is actually a closet freak who’s way more into what he likes than you would think at first glance. After everything I’ve seen over the years, it wouldn’t shock me at all if she was into something like that, or, at least that she was before five guys took away her desire for that in any fashion.
He shrugs again as Brittany makes her way out the door to the her own car.
Craven: I’m sure that will return in time, it usually does, but that doesn’t mean she’s gonna buy what you’re selling. Then again, he probably doesn’t see it as selling so much as him taking what he wants and if she doesn’t like it, she’ll learn once he’s made her into his perfect work of art.
He sighs as Brittany starts her car up and turns up the street. Craven puts his car into gear and follows her on out.
Craven: It’s almost funny to sit here and be doing what I’m doing while getting reeady for more shit to fly on Sunday. I have to sit here and decide, who is going to be a bigger threat, a bigger problem for all of us? Is it Nathaniel Caraway or is the Children of Nephilim and Joshua McBride?
He shrugs.
Craven: To me, they’re both windbags full of hot air. Joshua likes to stand all righteous above everyone because of what he’s done for his Children, right?
Suddenly, a wave of resentful anger enters his voice.
Craven: Lost children, that’s what you’re supposed to be about, right? That’s what you do? Brittany Conway, Cindy Conway, Merlyn Harper, Skylar Hansen, Warrick Craven…
The anger in his voice rises.
Craven: Well where the hell were you when WE needed you? You’re supposed to be so goddamn awesome at saving lost and broken children you seem to have missed a few of us along the way, you selfish, self-righteous, sonofabitch! Where were you when we were all on the streets, fending for ourselves and hoping above hope that the next day, somebody would save us from who and what we had become? Where were you when we were almost dying every single fucking day?
He shakes his head as he turns a corner to find Brittany pulling up to a hotel of ill repute.
Craven: You were the same place Nathaniel was, sitting off by yourself paying attention to nothing but your own needs, your own pleasures and fuck everybody else, well fuck both of you! Neither one of you gives a damn about anyone else and I can’t wait to make you choke on your own agendas for what you’ve done to us! You weren’t there for us when we needed you, that… is YOUR sin and now, you’re all gonna pay!
Craven: Some people seem to think I’m some kind of low rent private investigator. I suppose I can thank Fraser Freeman for that since he did technically hire me to do that kind of thing, though, not really. He wasn’t really hiring me to investigate because I’m pretty sure both he and Baron already knew what she was doing and probably even who she was doing it with. I’m pretty sure they even knew why so anything of that I reported was old news even if I had to treat it like it was some kind of damning revelation.
He glances back over at the door of the gym.
Craven: The reality was, always, and continues to be that I was hired to be a babysitter. As much as it seems like they should be angry with her, Miss Mercy brings them in too much money, at least from the Silver Baron’s perspective anyway, to just send her on her way to oblivion for this kind of professional... misconduct.
Shaking his head, Craven sits back trying not to make himself conspicuous.
Craven: It’s funny how this guy reminds me of a spoiled rich kid who read a few books and decided he knew everything. In this case it’s like he read up on Ayn Rand and objectivism and on how to be a dominant and decided that all sounded really good to him because it gave him an excuse to be a selfish, sadistic prick all he wanted.
Shrugging, he watches as the woman comes walking out of the gym and makes her way to another car. She starts it up and leaves the driveway, Craven pulling into gear right behind her.
Craven: That’s really all he is in the end. There’s nothing more to it, no deeper truth. He’s not misunderstood, he’s just a sadist who gets off on stuff like that and who knows because of his financial situation that as long as he doesn’t cross certain lines in public, nothing will really come of it because he can always just buy his way out of whatever.
He shakes his head in disgust as he continues to follow Brittany down the street.
Craven: So what are you gonna teach me, Professor? What great lesson, what great truth?
Brittany pulls into a liquor store and steps from the car, seemingly in a hurry. Craven pulls in and makes sure she can’t see him from the door when she returns.
Craven: He probably thinks he’s gonna show me that I can’t protect her even though I’ve got an audiotape that’s been telling me that one for eight years. Or maybe he thinks he’s gonna prove to me that she’s far more broken than she appears to be even though I’ve been there all alone. I know where she’s been, what she’s been through, what she’s had to do, what she’s chosen to do.
Looking to the door, Craven watches intently, waiting for her to return.
Craven: Maybe he thinks he’s gonna show me that I wasted my time trying to reach Skylar and that I should have given up before I fell into an abyss myself but that would tend to contradict what he, himself, supposedly believes in, not that I would be surprised if that happened either.
Craven shrugs as he waits.
Craven: Maybe he thinks he’s gonna show me that Katarina is actually a closet freak who’s way more into what he likes than you would think at first glance. After everything I’ve seen over the years, it wouldn’t shock me at all if she was into something like that, or, at least that she was before five guys took away her desire for that in any fashion.
He shrugs again as Brittany makes her way out the door to the her own car.
Craven: I’m sure that will return in time, it usually does, but that doesn’t mean she’s gonna buy what you’re selling. Then again, he probably doesn’t see it as selling so much as him taking what he wants and if she doesn’t like it, she’ll learn once he’s made her into his perfect work of art.
He sighs as Brittany starts her car up and turns up the street. Craven puts his car into gear and follows her on out.
Craven: It’s almost funny to sit here and be doing what I’m doing while getting reeady for more shit to fly on Sunday. I have to sit here and decide, who is going to be a bigger threat, a bigger problem for all of us? Is it Nathaniel Caraway or is the Children of Nephilim and Joshua McBride?
He shrugs.
Craven: To me, they’re both windbags full of hot air. Joshua likes to stand all righteous above everyone because of what he’s done for his Children, right?
Suddenly, a wave of resentful anger enters his voice.
Craven: Lost children, that’s what you’re supposed to be about, right? That’s what you do? Brittany Conway, Cindy Conway, Merlyn Harper, Skylar Hansen, Warrick Craven…
The anger in his voice rises.
Craven: Well where the hell were you when WE needed you? You’re supposed to be so goddamn awesome at saving lost and broken children you seem to have missed a few of us along the way, you selfish, self-righteous, sonofabitch! Where were you when we were all on the streets, fending for ourselves and hoping above hope that the next day, somebody would save us from who and what we had become? Where were you when we were almost dying every single fucking day?
He shakes his head as he turns a corner to find Brittany pulling up to a hotel of ill repute.
Craven: You were the same place Nathaniel was, sitting off by yourself paying attention to nothing but your own needs, your own pleasures and fuck everybody else, well fuck both of you! Neither one of you gives a damn about anyone else and I can’t wait to make you choke on your own agendas for what you’ve done to us! You weren’t there for us when we needed you, that… is YOUR sin and now, you’re all gonna pay!
