Post by J.T. Starr on Jun 27, 2008 21:15:00 GMT -6
JT laces his boots dead in his stare at the ground, his mind is someplace else some place he never thought it would end up back at.
(She killed herself...she killed herself over me...it was all my faualt...I have to do this)
He finishes tying them with an extra enphozie and stands up feeling like someone is in there watching him.
Amanda? . . . Amanda?
He looked down a slight hint of sadness on his face, his owner, his only adiction that was painful without. . . his mistress. He often times hated that he would see her twin sister and nearly lose his mind, he hated that he had to restart his life all over without that coach to influence him.
Amanda Young Hunter. . . She was Maxine Hunter's twin sister and hated wrestling, but she liked watching JT said it was attractive. Having a master that is pleased builds a lot of pride in a person and fighting to keep that special conection is something that is even more dangerious to tangle with. Chris King was like JT's big brother... the only person he didn't mind picking with Amanda...she wasn't into his type. So who was?
(past)
:Amanda Young:
I hate muscles...
:JT:
No you don't feel mine
He flexed his bicep and smirks making her hold back a giggle at how cute he was with trying to impress her, she hesitates then softly and pretends to be overly impressed.
Amanda Young::
Oww yeah. . .
She couldn't hold it in anymore then she covered her face to laugh into her hand, he secretly loved it. . . but why let her know that she would only try to hide it more. There was something there, not love. . or maybe it is, but it was diffrent more of a bond.
(Shady acers)
JT walked down the hallway and looked through the glass at the girl wasting away on the ground sitting there picking at her hair plucking it out and pulling to cause herself pain as it hung there in front of her face.
:JT:
Amanda? Amanda . . .
She started to stir though her twitching habbit jerked her head and she still looked down slightly ashamed that her would she her in such dismay, sometimes she hated how he could see right though her.
:JT:
Amanda. . . how are you dear?
He leaned aginst the door pressing his hands aginst the metal between them, she finally got up and walked over to the door looking through the small glass.
:Amanda Young:
Hi Jeff. . .
Her voice was slightly tiny more raspy from not wanting or perhaps not knowing what to do. Susie had killed herself and in her suicide note claimed that JT & Amanda's bond was unbreakable. . . that she wanted that kind of conection to the boy she grew up always knowing. How could Amanda only know him for one year and become his goddess queen? It wasn't fair. . . he had held her when she cried. . . he had been the reason she had cried, but never told him, then suddenly Amanda arives and it all changes.
He looks at her as her eyes are all he sees, the ocean like blue that glows off them.
:JT:
I finally got signed .. yeah . . . I just figure it's something a start somewhere.
His voice softens, neither one of them realizing that their hands were touching pressed aginst the metal door. She forces her voice to answer him, it's always been a tiny voice that you couldn't tell if it was sarcastic, or serious and normally only could tell the happyness or sadness by the exspression she would allow onto her face.
:amanda Young:
Yeah. . . that's good. . . what you been wanting to do.
She slightly lets herself smile and brushes her hand up her arm, then brushes her hair out of her face. He blamed himself for her being here, Susie killed herself and Paul had bullied Amanda into believing that her best friend had did it because of her. She snapped and held a knife to his throat after the remarks he had apparently made about Jeff.
(Deffensive flashback)
:Paul Haun:
Yeah well with Susie out of the picture you are free to take over JT huh? haha must be nice Mandy... So how long you two been planing this all? I mean the guy is completly under your spell... everyone can see it.:Amanda Young:
He laughs thinking that he is being funny by picking on her, Susie had been like a little sister to her since her real sister had left her. She gripped onto her pagan star tightly caressing it like a protective symbol hanging on her chest.
:Paul Haun:
I'm just kidding girl...JT is a little f*g, I mean he thinks he is all cool. We only talk to him because it's funny to watch the little fucker he'll never be anything.
Paul was a very buff nineteen year old that worked at the factory with her eyes scanned the room and she seen the box cutter and flung it out quickly aginst his neck.
:Amanda Young:
. . . take it back. . .
His eyes were wide for as big as she was she was just as big sept that he was a muscle man and very high strung on himself and loving to use or feed off other people.
:Paul:
Take what back?
He swallowed hard as she pressed harder the workers started to gather and tried to talk her down. JT walked over watching he harldy talked he was to pissed off that the boss had been laughing with the line manager instead of checking his work to allow him to leave. He didn't care much for Paul he had slept with Susie after getting her drunk then did nothing, but brag at work and use it as more ego food. What honnor is in getting somebody wasted to lower their awareness to attract them?
:JT:
What is going on?
:Paul:
I don't know she just freaked out! She isn't stable!
JT looked at her, her eyes were filling with small tears and she seemed to freeze when she seen how helpless JT seemed to be in order to help her or back her up. She dropped the knife and walked off not wanting JT to see her crying. What she missed as she hurried off was that he had seen he could feel her hurt. Paul grabbed his throat as the manager went after her and the boss walked up to Paul.
:Boss:
What was that about?
:Paul:
She is a fucking witch, I was only picking with her... GOD!
JT clinched his fist and looked at their boss.
:JT:
Jess...I quit!
He throw a hard cross into Paul's chin that knocked the big guy down with one shot then looked at the boss again.
:JT:
This is bullshit, when you people learn how to respect the workers that you ride on like a work horse then perhaps the maker will pity you. . . until then I hope this place burns to the ground.
He tore off his uniform shirt and stormed off heading in the same direction as Amanda, but the other manager was talking to her.
:Dave:
Hey people joke, ok? Just ignore him you should have ignored him...listen I'll keep you out of jail alright. . . But what is worth getting so deffensive over?
She couldn't find a way to answer she just stood there shivering in anger and gloom, somehow she could feel JT's eyes on her perhaps more parinoa then anything.
(Current time)
JT had left the Asylum after telling her about his match this week, he wants to get money to buy her way out, but how? Chris watched the kid working out his body dripping with sweat and his muscles obviously strained.
:Chris:
Dude maybe you should take a break... why do you blame yourself so much?
Chris thought of Amanda as a little sister and wasn't even holding himself as accountable as Jeff was. The young gun sat up from doing crunches breathing heavy and hitting his hands aginst his head.
It's all I see... all I see in everyone. Paul Haun... Jeffery Starr the homeless orphan that won't acept reality, well this is reality and I bust my fucking ass everyday to prove I am the best. Do I talk...fuck yeah man! I have to... who else is going to let the world know I am here, but have I ever failed to back myself up?
Chris slightly chuckled the boy was right he never shut up, but he also always followed though everything he said becoming an obsession to make his word acountable.
:Chris:
So Connor should be scared?
:JT:
No. . .I don't know. . . I mean will he beat me? No. . . but I actually like the guy so he won't get hurt. . . Too bad.
He laughs, he had watched Connor, he actually liked his style, his personality, his aggression. He wanted to learn more about the guy, perhaps he would be able to teach him or take him under his wing. Chris was leaving soon so where would that leave JT? He had never been on his own, he was homeless for only a couple months before Oliver took him in and allowed him to live with him. It's hard running away from home, but even harder when you do it at the age of thirteen because you got in a fist fight with the man you've always idolized. . . your father.
(She killed herself...she killed herself over me...it was all my faualt...I have to do this)
He finishes tying them with an extra enphozie and stands up feeling like someone is in there watching him.
Amanda? . . . Amanda?
He looked down a slight hint of sadness on his face, his owner, his only adiction that was painful without. . . his mistress. He often times hated that he would see her twin sister and nearly lose his mind, he hated that he had to restart his life all over without that coach to influence him.
Amanda Young Hunter. . . She was Maxine Hunter's twin sister and hated wrestling, but she liked watching JT said it was attractive. Having a master that is pleased builds a lot of pride in a person and fighting to keep that special conection is something that is even more dangerious to tangle with. Chris King was like JT's big brother... the only person he didn't mind picking with Amanda...she wasn't into his type. So who was?
(past)
:Amanda Young:
I hate muscles...
:JT:
No you don't feel mine
He flexed his bicep and smirks making her hold back a giggle at how cute he was with trying to impress her, she hesitates then softly and pretends to be overly impressed.
Amanda Young::
Oww yeah. . .
She couldn't hold it in anymore then she covered her face to laugh into her hand, he secretly loved it. . . but why let her know that she would only try to hide it more. There was something there, not love. . or maybe it is, but it was diffrent more of a bond.
(Shady acers)
JT walked down the hallway and looked through the glass at the girl wasting away on the ground sitting there picking at her hair plucking it out and pulling to cause herself pain as it hung there in front of her face.
:JT:
Amanda? Amanda . . .
She started to stir though her twitching habbit jerked her head and she still looked down slightly ashamed that her would she her in such dismay, sometimes she hated how he could see right though her.
:JT:
Amanda. . . how are you dear?
He leaned aginst the door pressing his hands aginst the metal between them, she finally got up and walked over to the door looking through the small glass.
:Amanda Young:
Hi Jeff. . .
Her voice was slightly tiny more raspy from not wanting or perhaps not knowing what to do. Susie had killed herself and in her suicide note claimed that JT & Amanda's bond was unbreakable. . . that she wanted that kind of conection to the boy she grew up always knowing. How could Amanda only know him for one year and become his goddess queen? It wasn't fair. . . he had held her when she cried. . . he had been the reason she had cried, but never told him, then suddenly Amanda arives and it all changes.
He looks at her as her eyes are all he sees, the ocean like blue that glows off them.
:JT:
I finally got signed .. yeah . . . I just figure it's something a start somewhere.
His voice softens, neither one of them realizing that their hands were touching pressed aginst the metal door. She forces her voice to answer him, it's always been a tiny voice that you couldn't tell if it was sarcastic, or serious and normally only could tell the happyness or sadness by the exspression she would allow onto her face.
:amanda Young:
Yeah. . . that's good. . . what you been wanting to do.
She slightly lets herself smile and brushes her hand up her arm, then brushes her hair out of her face. He blamed himself for her being here, Susie killed herself and Paul had bullied Amanda into believing that her best friend had did it because of her. She snapped and held a knife to his throat after the remarks he had apparently made about Jeff.
(Deffensive flashback)
:Paul Haun:
Yeah well with Susie out of the picture you are free to take over JT huh? haha must be nice Mandy... So how long you two been planing this all? I mean the guy is completly under your spell... everyone can see it.:Amanda Young:
He laughs thinking that he is being funny by picking on her, Susie had been like a little sister to her since her real sister had left her. She gripped onto her pagan star tightly caressing it like a protective symbol hanging on her chest.
:Paul Haun:
I'm just kidding girl...JT is a little f*g, I mean he thinks he is all cool. We only talk to him because it's funny to watch the little fucker he'll never be anything.
Paul was a very buff nineteen year old that worked at the factory with her eyes scanned the room and she seen the box cutter and flung it out quickly aginst his neck.
:Amanda Young:
. . . take it back. . .
His eyes were wide for as big as she was she was just as big sept that he was a muscle man and very high strung on himself and loving to use or feed off other people.
:Paul:
Take what back?
He swallowed hard as she pressed harder the workers started to gather and tried to talk her down. JT walked over watching he harldy talked he was to pissed off that the boss had been laughing with the line manager instead of checking his work to allow him to leave. He didn't care much for Paul he had slept with Susie after getting her drunk then did nothing, but brag at work and use it as more ego food. What honnor is in getting somebody wasted to lower their awareness to attract them?
:JT:
What is going on?
:Paul:
I don't know she just freaked out! She isn't stable!
JT looked at her, her eyes were filling with small tears and she seemed to freeze when she seen how helpless JT seemed to be in order to help her or back her up. She dropped the knife and walked off not wanting JT to see her crying. What she missed as she hurried off was that he had seen he could feel her hurt. Paul grabbed his throat as the manager went after her and the boss walked up to Paul.
:Boss:
What was that about?
:Paul:
She is a fucking witch, I was only picking with her... GOD!
JT clinched his fist and looked at their boss.
:JT:
Jess...I quit!
He throw a hard cross into Paul's chin that knocked the big guy down with one shot then looked at the boss again.
:JT:
This is bullshit, when you people learn how to respect the workers that you ride on like a work horse then perhaps the maker will pity you. . . until then I hope this place burns to the ground.
He tore off his uniform shirt and stormed off heading in the same direction as Amanda, but the other manager was talking to her.
:Dave:
Hey people joke, ok? Just ignore him you should have ignored him...listen I'll keep you out of jail alright. . . But what is worth getting so deffensive over?
She couldn't find a way to answer she just stood there shivering in anger and gloom, somehow she could feel JT's eyes on her perhaps more parinoa then anything.
(Current time)
JT had left the Asylum after telling her about his match this week, he wants to get money to buy her way out, but how? Chris watched the kid working out his body dripping with sweat and his muscles obviously strained.
:Chris:
Dude maybe you should take a break... why do you blame yourself so much?
Chris thought of Amanda as a little sister and wasn't even holding himself as accountable as Jeff was. The young gun sat up from doing crunches breathing heavy and hitting his hands aginst his head.
It's all I see... all I see in everyone. Paul Haun... Jeffery Starr the homeless orphan that won't acept reality, well this is reality and I bust my fucking ass everyday to prove I am the best. Do I talk...fuck yeah man! I have to... who else is going to let the world know I am here, but have I ever failed to back myself up?
Chris slightly chuckled the boy was right he never shut up, but he also always followed though everything he said becoming an obsession to make his word acountable.
:Chris:
So Connor should be scared?
:JT:
No. . .I don't know. . . I mean will he beat me? No. . . but I actually like the guy so he won't get hurt. . . Too bad.
He laughs, he had watched Connor, he actually liked his style, his personality, his aggression. He wanted to learn more about the guy, perhaps he would be able to teach him or take him under his wing. Chris was leaving soon so where would that leave JT? He had never been on his own, he was homeless for only a couple months before Oliver took him in and allowed him to live with him. It's hard running away from home, but even harder when you do it at the age of thirteen because you got in a fist fight with the man you've always idolized. . . your father.
