Post by jesterslaugh on Dec 29, 2007 3:08:55 GMT -5
I’m not a person who hates the Christmas season. It really doesn’t bother me that much at all. It doesn’t bother me that most of my family is dead, and the other part doesn’t speak to me. None of these things really bother me. I’m quite happy sitting in my apartment with a bottle of Jack Daniels and enjoying the Christmas movies they put on TV, which is why I have no idea why I’ve made my way to the mall. Maybe it is the Jack making me move my legs, but I can’t seem to stop myself and even after I step out of the cab, I still don’t know why I’m here. All these people, milling about like locusts, descending on each store and picking it clean. You know I do like the Christmas season for one reason, it tends to show the true nature of people. Some people you see as the wonderful soul they have always shown to be, they buy everything that anybody would ask for, you watch them give money to the bell ringers, hold doors for the elderly, and many other stupid things that make them a good person. But with most people this isn’t how it happens, around the Christmas season they become the monster they truly are. Fighting with the elderly over the last Transformer toy, stealing that Wii from that woman’s cart, scoffing at the bell ringers, and just generally taking whatever they want from whoever they want. Today is no different at this mall, the minute I enter the doors the sound of the holiday season bombards my ears. People yelling, Christmas music blaring, and those 
ing bells constantly ringing. One of these years I’m going to take that bell from that ing bunghole and jam it down their damned throat. My body doesn’t seem to be in my control and the act of walking in a straight line takes a lot of work. Why in the hell did I come here, I mean I know alcohol can make people do some dumb stuff, but this truly tops the cake. All these people running around like chicken’s with their heads cut off, carrying bags of stuff, bumping into each other, yelling at their crying child. My head begins to spin as all the noise begins to get to me. Thankfully the bench in front of me is coming closer and I reach it before my legs buckle. How much of that bottle did I drink, maybe I’m an alcoholic. I think that really just tops of the list of attributes that describe me. Alcoholic, bunghole, Arrogant, and a want to murder. I just sound like a wonderful person, maybe not to most, but I feel a smile creep across my face as I think about it. Those are four things I am proud of, sure most people would be angry to be described like that, but I think it suits me. The only thing missing is to be labeled truly deadly. Than I can die a happy man. Is this woman talking to me, I think all the booze is affecting my hearing. She seems to be looking right at me and her double chin is shaking around as I watch her mouth open. crap I think she is talking to me.[/b]
Woman: Dane? Dane Christian is that you? I haven’t seen you in forever
Oh. Somebody from our past, hopefully he never had sex with this one, Christ is she huge. Her ugly Christmas sweater barely covers her stomach, her face has a fine residue of sweat over it and it gives her an almost plastic look to her. Hell she could be the perfect Santa Clause if only her beard was white. Well that is if she was a man, and that beard was given about a day to grow, because the shadow she is sporting just wouldn’t work. I wonder if I just don’t talk if she will think that she has the wrong person. Nope her lips are still moving and she seems to be getting closer. . Well I suppose I should get this over with and get her away from me. I put on a smile that a blind man could tell was fake before I open my mouth.[/b]
DC: Hey, good to see you.
The sarcasm that my last sentence was drenched in obviously wasn’t caught by her as her smile increases and she laughs, a truly horrible sound that reminds me of a garbage disposal with a fork in it.[/b]
Woman: I thought that was you, wow I haven’t seen you in forever.
DC: Yah….
Woman: Oh, but I bet you don’t even recognize me anymore. It is Courtney, Courtney Hilder.
She laughs again. I definitely don’t recognize you, maybe it is the 300lbs you put on, or the lack of makeup that you are wearing, or maybe it is the fact that you aren’t passed out in a pile of you own puke. But the name does drag up memories, Dane’s memories, which no matter how hard I try and forget they just won’t go away. Apparently we used to be real good friends with you, you used to be the hot girl that Dane was trying to score with. Always looking out for her, and staying in the background, watching her hook up with every popular guy and forgetting that poor little Dane was even their. But he was always their to pick up the pieces after that last guy you screwed threw you out and called you a whore. How did Dane not get with you back in the day, you were a whore, and what the hell happened to you. All these thoughts and questions are bouncing around in my head and when I look back up at her I realize she has been talking the whole time. Oh crap, time to play along.[/b]
Courtney: And after I spent a year in college I realized that it wasn’t right for me and than I had my first child and so I just stopped school.
She stops talking and looks into my eyes, clearly looking for a sign of my approval. My head begins to nod quickly and she smiles again and she keeps talking. Christ, how long will this go on. She keeps looking at me like I care, the alcohol is really starting to hit my system hard and I can feel my world spinning a bit, and if not for that I’d be up and running from this woman, but as it stands, well I guess sits, I’m stuck here listening to her yammer on about her life and how much it sucks. This is why I hate people, they think that every single person gives a crap about them. So what if I used to her friend, it should be quite obvious by my body language and lack of response that I clearly don’t give a crap about what she is saying, and yet she keeps on talking. I think she is saying something about her job at Denny’s but I can’t really keep track of it anymore, my attention is drawn to a blonde wearing a tight shirt bending over to pick up a toy for a child. I wonder if she is as hot as she looks or it is just the alcohol and the fact that I’m sitting next to Jabba the Hut. I turn back to find her staring at me, her mouth in a questioning position.[/b]
DC: I’m sorry what was that I couldn’t hear you over all the noise of this place.
Courtney: Oh it is ok Dane.
Phew she bought the lie.[/b]
Courtney: I said how have you been?
Well up until you sat down next to me, I was good. I wonder how she would react if that is exactly what I said to her. Her face suddenly scrunches up into a frown and her eyes loose the happiness. Oh crap. Did I just actually say that, oh it.[/b]
DC: Yep up until you sat down I was really good. And name isn’t Dane, it is DC, you overweight piece of crap. And yes I have been ignoring you this entire time. I really don’t have a clue to what you said this whole time and you know what I’m proud of that. And do you know why?
Her face is priceless. It is one of confusion, anger, and pure and complete hurt. This is probably the best Christmas present I could of asked for.[/b]
DC: Because maybe you will realize that people don’t give a crap about you. That your life really does suck and no matter how you try and sound cheerful about it, it just isn’t any good. And I mean what the hell happened to you. Last I remember, you were a beautiful woman getting any guy she wanted, I mean it was only for a night, but at least you were getting some. Now I’m pretty sure the only men who would touch you are the ones that you either paid or are so desperate that they don’t care what the girl looks like.
Her eyes begin to water and I can tell she is about to cry. Wow I should really feel bad about this, I’ve taken what looked to be a happy woman and completely crushed her. But we all know she wasn’t happy at all. From what I gathered from this conversation she works at Denny’s, has at least one kid, and nobody that loves her, that really doesn’t sound like a happy woman to me at all. So really I’ve just done her a favor, I’ve shown her how crapty her life really is. Maybe this will make her change it. Ha, I’m much less like the Grinch and much more like freaking Jesus Christ here. I’m not stealing their Christmas spirit, I’m inspiring them to be better. I feel lips being to form a true smile as I watch Courtney begin to fully start crying. I stand up slowly, thank god my head is feeling better. I turn around quickly and look at the crying Jabba the Hut one last time.[/b]
DC: Oh and Courtney.
She turns her red, crying eyes up to me, her double chin quivering.
DC: A Merrying Christmas to you.
I think my smile is what sends her over the edge because her silent sobs become full blown wails. Now is probably my time for an exit, I begin to walk quickly away from her, thankfully her sobs are covered up by the sound of “Jingle Bells” blaring over the mall speakers. Well maybe this trip to the mall wasn’t all bad. I head towards the doors but not before the damned bell ringer stops me.[/b]
Bell Ringer: Spare some change for the needy?
Before I can stop myself my fist flies and cracks the man square in the cheek, he drops to the ground in a heap. I head out the front door and hail a taxi.
Driver: Where to bub?
I quickly give him my address and he begins to drive. Well I might not of shoved it down his throat but at least I stopped that damn ringing of the bells.[/b]
Message to David Williams
Apparently we have faced before. Well at least you have faced Dane Christian before. And looking at the records it looks like you haven’t done to bad. Got a couple wins against him and a couple losses, hey looks like you even teamed up with him for a match or two. Wow impressive, looks like you might think you know me pretty well…
You are wrong. You see I’m not Dane Christian, as I’ve tried to tell others before you. That just isn’t me anymore. You see I’m a different man now, my name is DC incase you didn’t know. And you have no idea what you are in for tonight.
For you see David, I could careless about who you think you are. I could care less about where you think you are going in the federation, all of that pales in comparison to what I know and to where I’m going in this federation.
So know this Mr. Williams, I’m not coming into this match tonight to win. I’m coming into this match tonight to make a statement. A statement that I believe I need to make to show the rest of this federation what I mean to do here. A statement that I will write in blood upon that canvas. So when this match is done tonight and you can‘t feel your body, know that I’m not even doing this because I dislike you, I’m doing this because I can and you are in my way.
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Fin
ing bells constantly ringing. One of these years I’m going to take that bell from that ing bunghole and jam it down their damned throat. My body doesn’t seem to be in my control and the act of walking in a straight line takes a lot of work. Why in the hell did I come here, I mean I know alcohol can make people do some dumb stuff, but this truly tops the cake. All these people running around like chicken’s with their heads cut off, carrying bags of stuff, bumping into each other, yelling at their crying child. My head begins to spin as all the noise begins to get to me. Thankfully the bench in front of me is coming closer and I reach it before my legs buckle. How much of that bottle did I drink, maybe I’m an alcoholic. I think that really just tops of the list of attributes that describe me. Alcoholic, bunghole, Arrogant, and a want to murder. I just sound like a wonderful person, maybe not to most, but I feel a smile creep across my face as I think about it. Those are four things I am proud of, sure most people would be angry to be described like that, but I think it suits me. The only thing missing is to be labeled truly deadly. Than I can die a happy man. Is this woman talking to me, I think all the booze is affecting my hearing. She seems to be looking right at me and her double chin is shaking around as I watch her mouth open. crap I think she is talking to me.[/b]Woman: Dane? Dane Christian is that you? I haven’t seen you in forever
Oh
. Somebody from our past, hopefully he never had sex with this one, Christ is she huge. Her ugly Christmas sweater barely covers her stomach, her face has a fine residue of sweat over it and it gives her an almost plastic look to her. Hell she could be the perfect Santa Clause if only her beard was white. Well that is if she was a man, and that beard was given about a day to grow, because the shadow she is sporting just wouldn’t work. I wonder if I just don’t talk if she will think that she has the wrong person. Nope her lips are still moving and she seems to be getting closer. . Well I suppose I should get this over with and get her away from me. I put on a smile that a blind man could tell was fake before I open my mouth.[/b]DC: Hey, good to see you.
The sarcasm that my last sentence was drenched in obviously wasn’t caught by her as her smile increases and she laughs, a truly horrible sound that reminds me of a garbage disposal with a fork in it.[/b]
Woman: I thought that was you, wow I haven’t seen you in forever.
DC: Yah….
Woman: Oh, but I bet you don’t even recognize me anymore. It is Courtney, Courtney Hilder.
She laughs again. I definitely don’t recognize you, maybe it is the 300lbs you put on, or the lack of makeup that you are wearing, or maybe it is the fact that you aren’t passed out in a pile of you own puke. But the name does drag up memories, Dane’s memories, which no matter how hard I try and forget they just won’t go away. Apparently we used to be real good friends with you, you used to be the hot girl that Dane was trying to score with. Always looking out for her, and staying in the background, watching her hook up with every popular guy and forgetting that poor little Dane was even their. But he was always their to pick up the pieces after that last guy you screwed threw you out and called you a whore. How did Dane not get with you back in the day, you were a whore, and what the hell happened to you. All these thoughts and questions are bouncing around in my head and when I look back up at her I realize she has been talking the whole time. Oh crap, time to play along.[/b]
Courtney: And after I spent a year in college I realized that it wasn’t right for me and than I had my first child and so I just stopped school.
She stops talking and looks into my eyes, clearly looking for a sign of my approval. My head begins to nod quickly and she smiles again and she keeps talking. Christ, how long will this go on. She keeps looking at me like I care, the alcohol is really starting to hit my system hard and I can feel my world spinning a bit, and if not for that I’d be up and running from this woman, but as it stands, well I guess sits, I’m stuck here listening to her yammer on about her life and how much it sucks. This is why I hate people, they think that every single person gives a crap about them. So what if I used to her friend, it should be quite obvious by my body language and lack of response that I clearly don’t give a crap about what she is saying, and yet she keeps on talking. I think she is saying something about her job at Denny’s but I can’t really keep track of it anymore, my attention is drawn to a blonde wearing a tight shirt bending over to pick up a toy for a child. I wonder if she is as hot as she looks or it is just the alcohol and the fact that I’m sitting next to Jabba the Hut. I turn back to find her staring at me, her mouth in a questioning position.[/b]
DC: I’m sorry what was that I couldn’t hear you over all the noise of this place.
Courtney: Oh it is ok Dane.
Phew she bought the lie.[/b]
Courtney: I said how have you been?
Well up until you sat down next to me, I was good. I wonder how she would react if that is exactly what I said to her. Her face suddenly scrunches up into a frown and her eyes loose the happiness. Oh crap. Did I just actually say that, oh
it.[/b]DC: Yep up until you sat down I was really good. And name isn’t Dane, it is DC, you overweight piece of crap. And yes I have been ignoring you this entire time. I really don’t have a clue to what you said this whole time and you know what I’m proud of that. And do you know why?
Her face is priceless. It is one of confusion, anger, and pure and complete hurt. This is probably the best Christmas present I could of asked for.[/b]
DC: Because maybe you will realize that people don’t give a crap about you. That your life really does suck and no matter how you try and sound cheerful about it, it just isn’t any good. And I mean what the hell happened to you. Last I remember, you were a beautiful woman getting any guy she wanted, I mean it was only for a night, but at least you were getting some. Now I’m pretty sure the only men who would touch you are the ones that you either paid or are so desperate that they don’t care what the girl looks like.
Her eyes begin to water and I can tell she is about to cry. Wow I should really feel bad about this, I’ve taken what looked to be a happy woman and completely crushed her. But we all know she wasn’t happy at all. From what I gathered from this conversation she works at Denny’s, has at least one kid, and nobody that loves her, that really doesn’t sound like a happy woman to me at all. So really I’ve just done her a favor, I’ve shown her how crapty her life really is. Maybe this will make her change it. Ha, I’m much less like the Grinch and much more like freaking Jesus Christ here. I’m not stealing their Christmas spirit, I’m inspiring them to be better. I feel lips being to form a true smile as I watch Courtney begin to fully start crying. I stand up slowly, thank god my head is feeling better. I turn around quickly and look at the crying Jabba the Hut one last time.[/b]
DC: Oh and Courtney.
She turns her red, crying eyes up to me, her double chin quivering.
DC: A Merry
ing Christmas to you.I think my smile is what sends her over the edge because her silent sobs become full blown wails. Now is probably my time for an exit, I begin to walk quickly away from her, thankfully her sobs are covered up by the sound of “Jingle Bells” blaring over the mall speakers. Well maybe this trip to the mall wasn’t all bad. I head towards the doors but not before the damned bell ringer stops me.[/b]
Bell Ringer: Spare some change for the needy?
Before I can stop myself my fist flies and cracks the man square in the cheek, he drops to the ground in a heap. I head out the front door and hail a taxi.
Driver: Where to bub?
I quickly give him my address and he begins to drive. Well I might not of shoved it down his throat but at least I stopped that damn ringing of the bells.[/b]
Message to David Williams
Apparently we have faced before. Well at least you have faced Dane Christian before. And looking at the records it looks like you haven’t done to bad. Got a couple wins against him and a couple losses, hey looks like you even teamed up with him for a match or two. Wow impressive, looks like you might think you know me pretty well…
You are wrong. You see I’m not Dane Christian, as I’ve tried to tell others before you. That just isn’t me anymore. You see I’m a different man now, my name is DC incase you didn’t know. And you have no idea what you are in for tonight.
For you see David, I could careless about who you think you are. I could care less about where you think you are going in the federation, all of that pales in comparison to what I know and to where I’m going in this federation.
So know this Mr. Williams, I’m not coming into this match tonight to win. I’m coming into this match tonight to make a statement. A statement that I believe I need to make to show the rest of this federation what I mean to do here. A statement that I will write in blood upon that canvas. So when this match is done tonight and you can‘t feel your body, know that I’m not even doing this because I dislike you, I’m doing this because I can and you are in my way.
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Fin
