Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Jul 8, 2007 0:19:48 GMT -5
Wayne McGurk Veni Vidi Vici RP: Small Paradise/Sleight Of Hand
Wayne McGurk woke up to wax covered around his eyes; there he was, just a second before, in the middle of something good, a mere second later he’s got the faintest idea of where he was. With the air-conditioner blowing against his face, Wayne lay on his back; arms outstretched, spread upon the sheets. Still feeling tired, Wayne woke upon his own. Wayne slowly opened his eyes halfway through; could feel the crust that was the wax break through- never really figured out how it got there, never really cared. Wayne wiped away the wax with his fingers and reached over for the pack of Camel’s on the night table. Setting himself against the headboard, Wayne rolled the cigarette between his fingers and his looked towards the window; the golden shade of sun piercing through the curtain. Flicking the wax off his right hand, Wayne lit the cigarette with his left. Feeling the smoke fill through him, Wayne leaned back; his mind clear, he let himself wonder why he woke up this morning with wax across his eyes; could’ve only gotten there if he wet his eyes.
He drewled often, but that wasn’t the case last night.
He was hurting about something; in his sleep…
Why would he hurt there?
How… Why?
Wayne pulled the cigarillo away from his lips; he lost something back there… Back there in his dream. He could feel it; the notion inside was strong enough- insistent.
The notion came to him fast, and reckoned he was better off leaving it there. Wayne let the cigarette hang off his lips as he crawled to the corner edge of the bed. Sitting there, he looked at his pants spread upon the ottoman; boxers still inside. Wayne rose and walked over to the amour across him; with its doors tucked into the side, Wayne saw his reflection across the screen. Wayne stood; watching his reflection across the screen do the same. Wayne walked over to the amour; the bottle of Corona he had was still there- half full, stale, and warm. Wayne took the cigarette away from his lips and tipped the ashes onto the bottle. Wayne drew the cigarette to his lips once more; cut down since they moved; made the decision to give quitting a chance. So, he cut down; spreading a small pack over the course of a day and a half. He sucked on the filter as hard as he could; closing his eyes, he felt the smoke through him- it was good, damn good. Wayne tilted his head back and blew the smoke off; opened his eyes midway through, stretched his lips out to the shape of an O and pushed his tongue forward and blew out a ring of smoke. Scarlett saw it once- she loved it. He’ll be having a beer, watching a day-old Leno, and Scarlett would come up to him. Sitting on his lap, her arms stretched around his neck, and she’d ask for it. He’d light a cigarette and do it for her; it was like a ing magic trick. As long as it made her smile, he’d do it. Wayne took another hit, blew it out, and dipped the cigarette into the bottle of Corona ; watching, as the stick slowly fell in- ashes breaking apart, dissolving into the murky golden liquid.
Wayne turned and picked his jeans from the ottoman. He shook the jeans against the surface of the ottoman and slipped them on. Wayne came into the hallway; standing there on the other end, for a brief second, Wayne saw Vanessa and Scarlett on the other end, Scarlett on Vanessa’s lap. With every step he took, it was as if the world before him just came to him; moving directly towards him as he just stood there; Scarlett scaled down Vanessa lap and headed over to the other side of the room. With her palm tucked under her chin, Vanessa’s turned her gaze away from her plate and onto Scarlett; smiling, from their daughter’s act of self. Vanessa turned away from Scarlett, slowly, her eyes veered onto him; and the world before him came ever so closer. Her smile remained, and the world stopped moving. He stood there looking at her, as she sat on the other side, a dozen things standing before her, looking at him.
Hey.
Wayne dug his hands into his pockets, and nodded.
You want breakfast?
I’ll just have whatever’s left.
No, sit down; I’ll make you something.
Ok.
Vanessa rose from her seat; barefoot, the rest of her legs seemed to disappear above a pair of black jogging pants. Wayne came close to her; holding her by the waist, he kissed her.
Sit down and tell me what you want?
Wayne sat and pulled Vanessa into the chair with him.
Does this answer your question?
Readjusting Vanessa over his lap,
Tell me, I want to know what you want?
Crossing her legs and leaning against his arm.
Guess.
Drawing herself close to him; their noses tipping.
You want… A sandwich.
I’d like that.
But what kind would you want?
Anything made by your hands.
Slowly, Vanessa slid of Wayne .
I’ll see what we have.
Vanessa kissed him and walked away. Wayne leaned back and folded his hands behind his head; life is good.
Wayne turned to Scarlett, and looked at her; lying across the sofa, her eyes glued on whatever was on the tv, and her head leaning against the arm rest- her thick head of hair draped down to the hardwood floor.
How you doin’, honey bunny?
She turned her eyes away from the tv and faced them towards Wayne ; her head not moving one bit.
Very well, daddy!
That was Vanessa’s influence rubbing off on her.
Wayne rose from the chair and took a seat on the sofa next to her; Scarlett veered down the other end of the sofa; dragged her self along the synthetic leather. Wayne leaned back, as Scarlett crawled towards him and placed her head upon his lap. Scarlett took the remote and held it in her hand. When she was two and a half, she figured out how to use his old Play Station- the first generation grey ones that had the lid you could flip down. She learned how to play the games, but it was just the way she’d do it- she’d slap the disc in and slap the lid shut; little girl had no finesse. And now here she was, two years later, controlling the remote. Wayne ran his fingers through his daughter’s hair, as he set his sights on the tv; Captain Planet- in Spanish. Spanish or no Spanish, didn’t know they still played it. Scarlett held the remote out forward and changed the channel; skipping slowly from channel to channel. She came across something quickly, then turned back to it.
Daddy… It’s you!
Scarlett stood up; surprised. Wayne smiled; she never really saw any of his matches, but one- the last one against Shadow. Didn’t see when he won the International Championship; he just came home with it one day with it across his waist; she already looked at him as Superman, the day he brought that belt home, he was something more- and he liked that.
The camera was focused on Wayne , crouching by the turnbuckle. The camera pulled further out to the arena, he recognized it immediately- New Alhambra . If there was one arena outside the Garden, it was Alhambra . He didn’t even need to know who he was facing to figure out what the match was; it was the night he lost the International Championship to ThaCBT, charging towards Wayne . Looking back at that night, right then and there, Wayne remembered not wanting to be there- just waiting for the damn thing to end. He grew tired, and for that it stretched him to his physical limits; if there was only more time, at least half a day, reckoned things’dve been different. Looking at himself strike ThaCBT down with the side Russian Leg Sweep, he remembered arriving to Alhambra with the intention to lose; wasn’t like he wanted it, just knew it was going to happen. Being in there, he tried to fight it off; in the end his body just couldn’t keep up with what he wanted.
Wayne missed the clothesline, and ThaCBT struck him in the gut with a barbed wired baseball bat; Wayne fell to one knee; the camera drew close to Wayne ’s midsection, showing the barbed-wire sticking to Wayne ’s skin. When ThaCBT pulled it off, the camera drew close once again- showing the barbed wire tear away Wayne’s skin- , didn’t even remember that. Scarlett threw her arms around Wayne , and Wayne held her, as across them, ThaCBT draped the chain around his skull and headbutted Wayne in the center of the head; Wayne came falling down, ThaCBT a mere couple seconds later. Scarlett slowly locked her hand around Wayne ’s. Wayne looked down at her and locked his arms around her.
For most of the match, Wayne , despite being on the offense, spent the most of the match playing catch up. ThaCBT rose as Wayne unfolded a steel chain in the center of the ring, and used the chain to strike Wayne in the groin; Wayne dropped to both knees. ThaCBT picked Wayne and droped him over the chair with the Pon-De-Replay; breaking the chair in half with all of Wayne ’s mass. As the replay of the Pon-De-Replay aired, Wayne saw Scarlett’s reflection off the tv screen. Wayne turned and looked down at her; tears streaming down her face. Wayne looked back at the tv as the replay flashed once more; Scarlett tightening her grip on his hand- it was hard not to notice what was causing this. The replay pulled away as Wayne lay motionless in the center of the ring; broken, bloodied, and curled- a thousand plus fans screaming in their delight, and there he was with Scarlett, the girl weeping. Highlights of the match played over whatever CBT used as his theme song; images, one after another, of him on the receiving end. Wayne shut the tv off, took Scarlett, rose, and cradled her in his arms.
Scarlett nested her head upon his shoulder. Wayne closed his eyes and held her there, as he made slow and quiet steps. Wayne jerked his shoulder away and held Scarlett before him; tears streaming down her face.
Hey babe, I’m okay.
He was hurting you, daddy.
That was a long time ago, and look at me, I’m okay; I don’t hurt anymore.
I don’t want you to hurt ever!
Wayne McGurk woke up to wax covered around his eyes; there he was, just a second before, in the middle of something good, a mere second later he’s got the faintest idea of where he was. With the air-conditioner blowing against his face, Wayne lay on his back; arms outstretched, spread upon the sheets. Still feeling tired, Wayne woke upon his own. Wayne slowly opened his eyes halfway through; could feel the crust that was the wax break through- never really figured out how it got there, never really cared. Wayne wiped away the wax with his fingers and reached over for the pack of Camel’s on the night table. Setting himself against the headboard, Wayne rolled the cigarette between his fingers and his looked towards the window; the golden shade of sun piercing through the curtain. Flicking the wax off his right hand, Wayne lit the cigarette with his left. Feeling the smoke fill through him, Wayne leaned back; his mind clear, he let himself wonder why he woke up this morning with wax across his eyes; could’ve only gotten there if he wet his eyes.
He drewled often, but that wasn’t the case last night.
He was hurting about something; in his sleep…
Why would he hurt there?
How… Why?
Wayne pulled the cigarillo away from his lips; he lost something back there… Back there in his dream. He could feel it; the notion inside was strong enough- insistent.
The notion came to him fast, and reckoned he was better off leaving it there. Wayne let the cigarette hang off his lips as he crawled to the corner edge of the bed. Sitting there, he looked at his pants spread upon the ottoman; boxers still inside. Wayne rose and walked over to the amour across him; with its doors tucked into the side, Wayne saw his reflection across the screen. Wayne stood; watching his reflection across the screen do the same. Wayne walked over to the amour; the bottle of Corona he had was still there- half full, stale, and warm. Wayne took the cigarette away from his lips and tipped the ashes onto the bottle. Wayne drew the cigarette to his lips once more; cut down since they moved; made the decision to give quitting a chance. So, he cut down; spreading a small pack over the course of a day and a half. He sucked on the filter as hard as he could; closing his eyes, he felt the smoke through him- it was good, damn good. Wayne tilted his head back and blew the smoke off; opened his eyes midway through, stretched his lips out to the shape of an O and pushed his tongue forward and blew out a ring of smoke. Scarlett saw it once- she loved it. He’ll be having a beer, watching a day-old Leno, and Scarlett would come up to him. Sitting on his lap, her arms stretched around his neck, and she’d ask for it. He’d light a cigarette and do it for her; it was like a ing magic trick. As long as it made her smile, he’d do it. Wayne took another hit, blew it out, and dipped the cigarette into the bottle of Corona ; watching, as the stick slowly fell in- ashes breaking apart, dissolving into the murky golden liquid.
Wayne turned and picked his jeans from the ottoman. He shook the jeans against the surface of the ottoman and slipped them on. Wayne came into the hallway; standing there on the other end, for a brief second, Wayne saw Vanessa and Scarlett on the other end, Scarlett on Vanessa’s lap. With every step he took, it was as if the world before him just came to him; moving directly towards him as he just stood there; Scarlett scaled down Vanessa lap and headed over to the other side of the room. With her palm tucked under her chin, Vanessa’s turned her gaze away from her plate and onto Scarlett; smiling, from their daughter’s act of self. Vanessa turned away from Scarlett, slowly, her eyes veered onto him; and the world before him came ever so closer. Her smile remained, and the world stopped moving. He stood there looking at her, as she sat on the other side, a dozen things standing before her, looking at him.
Hey.
Wayne dug his hands into his pockets, and nodded.
You want breakfast?
I’ll just have whatever’s left.
No, sit down; I’ll make you something.
Ok.
Vanessa rose from her seat; barefoot, the rest of her legs seemed to disappear above a pair of black jogging pants. Wayne came close to her; holding her by the waist, he kissed her.
Sit down and tell me what you want?
Wayne sat and pulled Vanessa into the chair with him.
Does this answer your question?
Readjusting Vanessa over his lap,
Tell me, I want to know what you want?
Crossing her legs and leaning against his arm.
Guess.
Drawing herself close to him; their noses tipping.
You want… A sandwich.
I’d like that.
But what kind would you want?
Anything made by your hands.
Slowly, Vanessa slid of Wayne .
I’ll see what we have.
Vanessa kissed him and walked away. Wayne leaned back and folded his hands behind his head; life is good.
Wayne turned to Scarlett, and looked at her; lying across the sofa, her eyes glued on whatever was on the tv, and her head leaning against the arm rest- her thick head of hair draped down to the hardwood floor.
How you doin’, honey bunny?
She turned her eyes away from the tv and faced them towards Wayne ; her head not moving one bit.
Very well, daddy!
That was Vanessa’s influence rubbing off on her.
Wayne rose from the chair and took a seat on the sofa next to her; Scarlett veered down the other end of the sofa; dragged her self along the synthetic leather. Wayne leaned back, as Scarlett crawled towards him and placed her head upon his lap. Scarlett took the remote and held it in her hand. When she was two and a half, she figured out how to use his old Play Station- the first generation grey ones that had the lid you could flip down. She learned how to play the games, but it was just the way she’d do it- she’d slap the disc in and slap the lid shut; little girl had no finesse. And now here she was, two years later, controlling the remote. Wayne ran his fingers through his daughter’s hair, as he set his sights on the tv; Captain Planet- in Spanish. Spanish or no Spanish, didn’t know they still played it. Scarlett held the remote out forward and changed the channel; skipping slowly from channel to channel. She came across something quickly, then turned back to it.
Daddy… It’s you!
Scarlett stood up; surprised. Wayne smiled; she never really saw any of his matches, but one- the last one against Shadow. Didn’t see when he won the International Championship; he just came home with it one day with it across his waist; she already looked at him as Superman, the day he brought that belt home, he was something more- and he liked that.
The camera was focused on Wayne , crouching by the turnbuckle. The camera pulled further out to the arena, he recognized it immediately- New Alhambra . If there was one arena outside the Garden, it was Alhambra . He didn’t even need to know who he was facing to figure out what the match was; it was the night he lost the International Championship to ThaCBT, charging towards Wayne . Looking back at that night, right then and there, Wayne remembered not wanting to be there- just waiting for the damn thing to end. He grew tired, and for that it stretched him to his physical limits; if there was only more time, at least half a day, reckoned things’dve been different. Looking at himself strike ThaCBT down with the side Russian Leg Sweep, he remembered arriving to Alhambra with the intention to lose; wasn’t like he wanted it, just knew it was going to happen. Being in there, he tried to fight it off; in the end his body just couldn’t keep up with what he wanted.
Wayne missed the clothesline, and ThaCBT struck him in the gut with a barbed wired baseball bat; Wayne fell to one knee; the camera drew close to Wayne ’s midsection, showing the barbed-wire sticking to Wayne ’s skin. When ThaCBT pulled it off, the camera drew close once again- showing the barbed wire tear away Wayne’s skin- , didn’t even remember that. Scarlett threw her arms around Wayne , and Wayne held her, as across them, ThaCBT draped the chain around his skull and headbutted Wayne in the center of the head; Wayne came falling down, ThaCBT a mere couple seconds later. Scarlett slowly locked her hand around Wayne ’s. Wayne looked down at her and locked his arms around her.
For most of the match, Wayne , despite being on the offense, spent the most of the match playing catch up. ThaCBT rose as Wayne unfolded a steel chain in the center of the ring, and used the chain to strike Wayne in the groin; Wayne dropped to both knees. ThaCBT picked Wayne and droped him over the chair with the Pon-De-Replay; breaking the chair in half with all of Wayne ’s mass. As the replay of the Pon-De-Replay aired, Wayne saw Scarlett’s reflection off the tv screen. Wayne turned and looked down at her; tears streaming down her face. Wayne looked back at the tv as the replay flashed once more; Scarlett tightening her grip on his hand- it was hard not to notice what was causing this. The replay pulled away as Wayne lay motionless in the center of the ring; broken, bloodied, and curled- a thousand plus fans screaming in their delight, and there he was with Scarlett, the girl weeping. Highlights of the match played over whatever CBT used as his theme song; images, one after another, of him on the receiving end. Wayne shut the tv off, took Scarlett, rose, and cradled her in his arms.
Scarlett nested her head upon his shoulder. Wayne closed his eyes and held her there, as he made slow and quiet steps. Wayne jerked his shoulder away and held Scarlett before him; tears streaming down her face.
Hey babe, I’m okay.
He was hurting you, daddy.
That was a long time ago, and look at me, I’m okay; I don’t hurt anymore.
I don’t want you to hurt ever!