Post by Craven on Nov 21, 2014 22:07:51 GMT -6
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: What do you think he meant by that?
Craven hugs the young woman as they stand together in their home’s kitchen.
Craven: I’d bet he’s gonna want her to do a few things, meet a few conditions in order for him to decide to help her because…
Sin’s eyes go wide in fear.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: He’s not gonna blame her for it, is he?
He starts to answer but catches himself as Sin shoots him a look that’s equal parts fear and teenage angsty anger.
Craven: I don’t know that blame is the right word for it…
She frowns, seeming much more angry now.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: What is the right word for it?
Sighing heavily, Craven swallows hard and looks into her eyes.
Craven: I know it’s not fair, but he’s her boss and he’s gonna be angry with her for being in that situation because technically, she shouldn’t have been there. Now, I know why and I know she felt like she needed to but Baron…
He pauses, considering his words here.
Craven: He won’t see it the same way I will. He’s got a habit too but…
Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: He won’t see it the way…
Craven smiles.
Craven: Yeah…
Sin swallows hard.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Do you think I should… um…
Sucking in a breath, Sin lets the million thoughts in her head crash into each other and smash each other to pieces.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Do you think I should start doing more?
Craven frowns and Sin starts to stammer.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: You-you know, at the Pleasure Dome. Sh-sh-should I s-start...
Craven hugs her again.
Craven: Honey…
He kisses the top of her head and Sin bursts into tears.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I just… I feel like I’ve been freeloading for so long…
Craven shakes his head, stepping back to look her in the eyes.
Craven: Honey, you’re still a baby. You are not freeloading off of anyone. You work just as hard as the rest of us and even if you didn’t, you do so much around here that no one would ever call you an ungrateful anything. You’re family, Cindy, and you don’t ever have to feel like you owe us anything. Family sticks together and helps out…
Sin nods, the tears still streaming down her young face.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I just… Sky’s still hurt some and might not go back to work for a few weeks still and Brittany…
Craven shakes his head.
Craven: It’s not your fault…
Sin’s jaws clench as she starts to sob again.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I… I could do more!
Craven starts to shake his head but Sin persists.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: If we need the money…
Craven shakes his head gently.
Craven: Cindy… we’re fine. Brittany’s gonna be fine, Sky’s gonna be fine. Rocket and I couldn’t be better if we tried just having you guys in our lives.
Sin nods and then clasps onto him tightly.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Thank you, Dub!
He smiles at her usage of the nickname Rocket uses for him.
Craven: Don’t you ever forget we love you, Cindy.
Sin smiles back.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I love you too.
Two hours later, Craven sits in his car outside the Pleasure Dome again, watching all the people walk around. He reaches up and turns on his voice recorder before firing up the engine and driving off.
Craven: Somebody needs to tell people to actually pay attention when they start saying things or they’ll do what Kyle Travis does and literally repeat himself. Every time he opens his mouth, he shits all over Aerynn Donnelly and repeats the exact same set of incidents because he thinks none of us have noticed what she’s done yet. He shits on Joshua McBride and all but calls him a hasbeen and then brings up people who are not active because, well, he thinks he knows more than he does. He shits on the people running the company because he doesn’t seem to notice that some of them were not in control of the company for a good portion of the time he’s bitching about but most of all he tells us all that he hasn’t received the respect he thinks he is owed simply for drawing breath and a paycheck.
He reaches down, grabs a pill bottle and pops it open.
Craven: But you see there’s three problems with all of that and they all have to do with not paying attention. First, he’s said all of it before and it wasn’t any more true the first time he said it. He doesn’t pay attention enough to notice what he’s saying is bullshit so he gets laughed at and then he demands to know why everyone is dismissing him as a joke.
Shaking his head dismissively, he pops one of the pills into his mouth.
Craven: It’s because you come off like a retarded scratched record that never gets to the good part of the song!
He cracks his neck as he waits for the pill to kick in.
Craven: His second problem is that even when he does manage to stick in a different verse, like he did this week with Quentin Sharpe, he STILL isn’t paying attention and misses things like, oh I don’t know, ME calling for his head and saying exactly what he wants to hear. This is ALSO why everybody treats you like a joke, Kyle. Because when you go to the cliff and scream and piss into the wind then turn around and try to tell everyone there is no piss on your shoes and pants, they’re all going to dismiss you as either a delusional idiot or a lying jackass not worthy of their time!
He pauses to pop a second pill.
Craven: And then there’s his third problem of how he always goes back to the past, trying to relive glory that he hasn’t noticed isn’t actually there.
Closing the pill bottle, he glances around to make sure there’s no other traffic to worry about.
Craven: Don’t you get it, Kyle? The reason everybody always tells you, “Shut up, Meg!” is because every time you open your mouth, you feel the need to tell us how things were, how they used to be and how upset you are that they aren’t like that anymore. Then you tell us the same thing happened in this company and that company and that company and that’s it’s happening all over again here. This is where paying attention would allow you to see that once is a bummer, twice is a coincidence, three times is a trend and four is proof that it’s not them fucking you over, Kyle. It means you just aren’t the man you used to be and nobody wants to see some sadsack whiny motherfucker sit around all the time complaining about how it used to be better in the good old days. Either grow a set, stop focusing on the past and show us you aren’t just the guy who USED to be good or kindly allow me to show you the fucking door and throw your ass on the scrapheap of history where it belongs!
He makes a turn and continues down the road just shaking his head.
Craven: I feel bad for Brody Montgomery and I’m sure he’d tell me to take my pity and shove it up my ass but i can’t help feeling bad for the guy. A year ago he had it all, and now all he has are blank motel rooms and sleepless nights because Joshua McBride decided to show him what real pain felt like.
He shakes his head.
Craven: So now, here we are, about to face off. Two drunks both obsessed with destroying somebody other than the guy standing across from us. Brody wants to tear Joshua and Aerynn Donnelly apart and if I haven’t made myself clear to Captain Wash, Rinse, Repeat yet, I want Kyle Travis bleeding, broken, battered and in a word…
He shakes his head as the pills start to take their effect.
Craven: Skylar tells me I shouldn’t think like that and I know, on some level, she’s right but I also know that Brittany deserves better than to just be the girl Kyle Travis and his two little bitches lured to a motel room and beat up before calling her the wrong name for shits and giggles! Brody’d probably tell me it’s a lost cause too but, hey, I’m the champion of lost causes because people told me for years, I’d never find Sky, never get her to talk to me and damn sure never have a family with her but I never gave up on that so I’ll be damned if I give up on this! Brody and I are gonna rumble on Monday and then Kyle… you had better have eyes that work on a swivel… because I will come for you!
Craven hugs the young woman as they stand together in their home’s kitchen.
Craven: I’d bet he’s gonna want her to do a few things, meet a few conditions in order for him to decide to help her because…
Sin’s eyes go wide in fear.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: He’s not gonna blame her for it, is he?
He starts to answer but catches himself as Sin shoots him a look that’s equal parts fear and teenage angsty anger.
Craven: I don’t know that blame is the right word for it…
She frowns, seeming much more angry now.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: What is the right word for it?
Sighing heavily, Craven swallows hard and looks into her eyes.
Craven: I know it’s not fair, but he’s her boss and he’s gonna be angry with her for being in that situation because technically, she shouldn’t have been there. Now, I know why and I know she felt like she needed to but Baron…
He pauses, considering his words here.
Craven: He won’t see it the same way I will. He’s got a habit too but…
Sin nods.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: He won’t see it the way…
Craven smiles.
Craven: Yeah…
Sin swallows hard.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Do you think I should… um…
Sucking in a breath, Sin lets the million thoughts in her head crash into each other and smash each other to pieces.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Do you think I should start doing more?
Craven frowns and Sin starts to stammer.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: You-you know, at the Pleasure Dome. Sh-sh-should I s-start...
Craven hugs her again.
Craven: Honey…
He kisses the top of her head and Sin bursts into tears.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I just… I feel like I’ve been freeloading for so long…
Craven shakes his head, stepping back to look her in the eyes.
Craven: Honey, you’re still a baby. You are not freeloading off of anyone. You work just as hard as the rest of us and even if you didn’t, you do so much around here that no one would ever call you an ungrateful anything. You’re family, Cindy, and you don’t ever have to feel like you owe us anything. Family sticks together and helps out…
Sin nods, the tears still streaming down her young face.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I just… Sky’s still hurt some and might not go back to work for a few weeks still and Brittany…
Craven shakes his head.
Craven: It’s not your fault…
Sin’s jaws clench as she starts to sob again.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I… I could do more!
Craven starts to shake his head but Sin persists.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: If we need the money…
Craven shakes his head gently.
Craven: Cindy… we’re fine. Brittany’s gonna be fine, Sky’s gonna be fine. Rocket and I couldn’t be better if we tried just having you guys in our lives.
Sin nods and then clasps onto him tightly.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: Thank you, Dub!
He smiles at her usage of the nickname Rocket uses for him.
Craven: Don’t you ever forget we love you, Cindy.
Sin smiles back.
Cynthia "Sin" Conway: I love you too.
Two hours later, Craven sits in his car outside the Pleasure Dome again, watching all the people walk around. He reaches up and turns on his voice recorder before firing up the engine and driving off.
Craven: Somebody needs to tell people to actually pay attention when they start saying things or they’ll do what Kyle Travis does and literally repeat himself. Every time he opens his mouth, he shits all over Aerynn Donnelly and repeats the exact same set of incidents because he thinks none of us have noticed what she’s done yet. He shits on Joshua McBride and all but calls him a hasbeen and then brings up people who are not active because, well, he thinks he knows more than he does. He shits on the people running the company because he doesn’t seem to notice that some of them were not in control of the company for a good portion of the time he’s bitching about but most of all he tells us all that he hasn’t received the respect he thinks he is owed simply for drawing breath and a paycheck.
He reaches down, grabs a pill bottle and pops it open.
Craven: But you see there’s three problems with all of that and they all have to do with not paying attention. First, he’s said all of it before and it wasn’t any more true the first time he said it. He doesn’t pay attention enough to notice what he’s saying is bullshit so he gets laughed at and then he demands to know why everyone is dismissing him as a joke.
Shaking his head dismissively, he pops one of the pills into his mouth.
Craven: It’s because you come off like a retarded scratched record that never gets to the good part of the song!
He cracks his neck as he waits for the pill to kick in.
Craven: His second problem is that even when he does manage to stick in a different verse, like he did this week with Quentin Sharpe, he STILL isn’t paying attention and misses things like, oh I don’t know, ME calling for his head and saying exactly what he wants to hear. This is ALSO why everybody treats you like a joke, Kyle. Because when you go to the cliff and scream and piss into the wind then turn around and try to tell everyone there is no piss on your shoes and pants, they’re all going to dismiss you as either a delusional idiot or a lying jackass not worthy of their time!
He pauses to pop a second pill.
Craven: And then there’s his third problem of how he always goes back to the past, trying to relive glory that he hasn’t noticed isn’t actually there.
Closing the pill bottle, he glances around to make sure there’s no other traffic to worry about.
Craven: Don’t you get it, Kyle? The reason everybody always tells you, “Shut up, Meg!” is because every time you open your mouth, you feel the need to tell us how things were, how they used to be and how upset you are that they aren’t like that anymore. Then you tell us the same thing happened in this company and that company and that company and that’s it’s happening all over again here. This is where paying attention would allow you to see that once is a bummer, twice is a coincidence, three times is a trend and four is proof that it’s not them fucking you over, Kyle. It means you just aren’t the man you used to be and nobody wants to see some sadsack whiny motherfucker sit around all the time complaining about how it used to be better in the good old days. Either grow a set, stop focusing on the past and show us you aren’t just the guy who USED to be good or kindly allow me to show you the fucking door and throw your ass on the scrapheap of history where it belongs!
He makes a turn and continues down the road just shaking his head.
Craven: I feel bad for Brody Montgomery and I’m sure he’d tell me to take my pity and shove it up my ass but i can’t help feeling bad for the guy. A year ago he had it all, and now all he has are blank motel rooms and sleepless nights because Joshua McBride decided to show him what real pain felt like.
He shakes his head.
Craven: So now, here we are, about to face off. Two drunks both obsessed with destroying somebody other than the guy standing across from us. Brody wants to tear Joshua and Aerynn Donnelly apart and if I haven’t made myself clear to Captain Wash, Rinse, Repeat yet, I want Kyle Travis bleeding, broken, battered and in a word…
He shakes his head as the pills start to take their effect.
Craven: Skylar tells me I shouldn’t think like that and I know, on some level, she’s right but I also know that Brittany deserves better than to just be the girl Kyle Travis and his two little bitches lured to a motel room and beat up before calling her the wrong name for shits and giggles! Brody’d probably tell me it’s a lost cause too but, hey, I’m the champion of lost causes because people told me for years, I’d never find Sky, never get her to talk to me and damn sure never have a family with her but I never gave up on that so I’ll be damned if I give up on this! Brody and I are gonna rumble on Monday and then Kyle… you had better have eyes that work on a swivel… because I will come for you!
