Post by steelmorrigan on Feb 20, 2018 18:20:26 GMT -5
Background Music: The Fiddle and The Drum - A perfect Circle
Amber found herself in elative solitude today on the banks of the Charles River watching Kayaks and Sailboats run up and down the water a s she stood in the Charles River Esplanade, a bottle of Surly Brewing darkness in her hand, along with what remained of the case next to her.
She felt the breeze pull on the fabric of her clothing as she smirked herself and remembered the girl she once was, how she’d changed, how the chip on her shoulder had grown bigger and badder and bolder with every passing day.
She wondered if she’d ever been innocent, or if this anger had always been inside her.
She’d show them, she’d show them all.
She examined the bottle and leant back even as she enjoyed a respite in the Bostonian winter and then her alarm went off, she checked the screen and frowned.
Training.
Ah well, back to the grind stone, and as she walked to the gym her mind remembered quite a different walk.
Fort Leonard Wood: Waynesville, Missouri
In The Classroom, Amber was dressed in regulation greens, currently listening to her instructor laying out the basics of Military Police code, 20 weeks she’d be here learning the ways of the MP.
She was making notes and wrinkling her nose eve none of the other recruits, Diaz was fucking around next to her, she’ nudged his arm and the Instructor seemed to notice turning on his heel and looking at the two.
“Do we have a problem recruits?”
Amber glowered at Gabriel, his features straining not to laugh at the fact that Amber was so straight faced.
Amber met her best friend running a punishment duty for a rule she hadn’t broken.
As she reached the door of the gym she saluted the sky and smirks dropping in to start another days work.
“No problems.”
We’re still on black as we hear Amber’s voice.
“Wow, and I thought I was a bitch.”
We slowly fade in on Amber who gives a slow clap with a slight grin shaking her head smug and full of it.
“I mean, Me beating Caitlyn was prolly only ever gonna put fire in her belly but you? You just upped and ripped her heart out of her chest whilst screaming some… catchy slogan or something’ I mean that takes some fuckin’ effort! You coulda taken the high road but no man, you lifted up your skirt like Princess Peach around Bowser y’know what I’m sayin’?”
A shake of her head.
“Whilst you’re smashin’ pots and shit’ Some of us are doin’ real work, but of course you’ll be all fronted when it comes time to spew diatribes, you’re so innocent, oh you’re so good and legendary.”
She shakes her head.
“Last Zelda I played I smashed the shit out of too.”
She shook her head.
“Jokes aside fuckface, you ain’t shit to me. You wanna prove your legacy? You do it over a one, two three and I’m not about to let it happen, I came too close to Dawn fuckin’ Kane and Intend to see her beat one way or the other and I really don’t give a fuck who I run over in the proceedings.”
A wry smirk.
“So your bestie tapped the fuck out and the only regret I got is that it wasn’t me putting her ass down. But hey! I get to have the Gamer Girl experience only with 60% less dropkicks and 100% more Veteran Bullshit!”
Amber makes a mock celebratory cheer with a soft and deadpan ‘yaaay’
“You Zelda, are nothing but a obsolete clone, looking to stand out once more and take away what’s mine. I made myself a fucking promise and that I would meet and greet Dawn fucking Kanliwell at the final when I was watching Crystal Tap? I knew when she smirked at me she fucking dared me to come at her.”
She smirks.
“She dun fucking goofed.”
She chuckles.
“So say your cliché little catchphrases and talk about your power ups, but you’re nothin’ but a broken down ol’ hag who aside from offering more token resistance is going to get a swift and firm introduction to the heel of my boot as I go Mario on your fucking face.”
She shook her head rubbing at her chin.
“So Zelda Knite, come on down, receive your allotted shit kicking and let me go fulfil the meeting for which I’m scheduled, because I will not cannot and shall not let you beat me, it’s not in my nature, my work ethic or my personality to let the fucking weebs crumble me down Something about Game over. Right?”
She blows a breath.
“Like so many previous iterations , you’re obsolete , a glitch in the system, a bug in the code. A virus and this solider? Is the fucking System purge coming to entirely wipe your ass out.”
She chuckles.
“See you aren't the only one who can use lame metaphors, I’ll see you around, and it’ll be time to kiss the fucking ground.”
Fade out.
Amber found herself in elative solitude today on the banks of the Charles River watching Kayaks and Sailboats run up and down the water a s she stood in the Charles River Esplanade, a bottle of Surly Brewing darkness in her hand, along with what remained of the case next to her.
She felt the breeze pull on the fabric of her clothing as she smirked herself and remembered the girl she once was, how she’d changed, how the chip on her shoulder had grown bigger and badder and bolder with every passing day.
She wondered if she’d ever been innocent, or if this anger had always been inside her.
She’d show them, she’d show them all.
She examined the bottle and leant back even as she enjoyed a respite in the Bostonian winter and then her alarm went off, she checked the screen and frowned.
Training.
Ah well, back to the grind stone, and as she walked to the gym her mind remembered quite a different walk.
Fort Leonard Wood: Waynesville, Missouri
In The Classroom, Amber was dressed in regulation greens, currently listening to her instructor laying out the basics of Military Police code, 20 weeks she’d be here learning the ways of the MP.
She was making notes and wrinkling her nose eve none of the other recruits, Diaz was fucking around next to her, she’ nudged his arm and the Instructor seemed to notice turning on his heel and looking at the two.
“Do we have a problem recruits?”
Amber glowered at Gabriel, his features straining not to laugh at the fact that Amber was so straight faced.
Amber met her best friend running a punishment duty for a rule she hadn’t broken.
As she reached the door of the gym she saluted the sky and smirks dropping in to start another days work.
“No problems.”
We’re still on black as we hear Amber’s voice.
“Wow, and I thought I was a bitch.”
We slowly fade in on Amber who gives a slow clap with a slight grin shaking her head smug and full of it.
“I mean, Me beating Caitlyn was prolly only ever gonna put fire in her belly but you? You just upped and ripped her heart out of her chest whilst screaming some… catchy slogan or something’ I mean that takes some fuckin’ effort! You coulda taken the high road but no man, you lifted up your skirt like Princess Peach around Bowser y’know what I’m sayin’?”
A shake of her head.
“Whilst you’re smashin’ pots and shit’ Some of us are doin’ real work, but of course you’ll be all fronted when it comes time to spew diatribes, you’re so innocent, oh you’re so good and legendary.”
She shakes her head.
“Last Zelda I played I smashed the shit out of too.”
She shook her head.
“Jokes aside fuckface, you ain’t shit to me. You wanna prove your legacy? You do it over a one, two three and I’m not about to let it happen, I came too close to Dawn fuckin’ Kane and Intend to see her beat one way or the other and I really don’t give a fuck who I run over in the proceedings.”
A wry smirk.
“So your bestie tapped the fuck out and the only regret I got is that it wasn’t me putting her ass down. But hey! I get to have the Gamer Girl experience only with 60% less dropkicks and 100% more Veteran Bullshit!”
Amber makes a mock celebratory cheer with a soft and deadpan ‘yaaay’
“You Zelda, are nothing but a obsolete clone, looking to stand out once more and take away what’s mine. I made myself a fucking promise and that I would meet and greet Dawn fucking Kanliwell at the final when I was watching Crystal Tap? I knew when she smirked at me she fucking dared me to come at her.”
She smirks.
“She dun fucking goofed.”
She chuckles.
“So say your cliché little catchphrases and talk about your power ups, but you’re nothin’ but a broken down ol’ hag who aside from offering more token resistance is going to get a swift and firm introduction to the heel of my boot as I go Mario on your fucking face.”
She shook her head rubbing at her chin.
“So Zelda Knite, come on down, receive your allotted shit kicking and let me go fulfil the meeting for which I’m scheduled, because I will not cannot and shall not let you beat me, it’s not in my nature, my work ethic or my personality to let the fucking weebs crumble me down Something about Game over. Right?”
She blows a breath.
“Like so many previous iterations , you’re obsolete , a glitch in the system, a bug in the code. A virus and this solider? Is the fucking System purge coming to entirely wipe your ass out.”
She chuckles.
“See you aren't the only one who can use lame metaphors, I’ll see you around, and it’ll be time to kiss the fucking ground.”
Fade out.