Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking
Jan 6, 2021 20:46:01 GMT -6
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Post by Atara Themis on Jan 6, 2021 20:46:01 GMT -6
"My mom says you're a Greek whore after Dad's money."
And there it was, a final break in the awkward silence that had been between them the entirety of the morning. The two sat alone in the breakfast nook of Shawn Warstein's home, a wide eyed Atty trying unceremoniously to keep her Golden Grahams from spewing across the table and the indelicate youth sitting across from her. Seemingly pleased with himself, Shawn's youngest son, Jacob, watched her reaction with all the same chuff his father displayed after having won whatever it was he had set sight on.
It was eerie, in that moment Jacob was all Shawn but beneath that self satisfied cherubic face Atty saw the source of the comment and it caused her blood to boil and cheeks to glow red. Wiping away a trickle of milk that had escaped her lips she swallowed her breakfast and cursed the boys mother internally. Cursed Jules for she was worth while having to remind herself to not fire back. It took a moment, but Atty eventually composed and returned Jacob's gaze.
The Grecian was well aware of what this was. This was a standoff and she was being challenged. It was written all over his face, the expression daring her to blow up. He was planting his flag in a sudden unspoken war for his dad's complete attention. To put Shawn in the position of choosing son or girlfriend. An obvious choice of course.
Touche Jacob, touche.
What little Jacob didn't know was that Atty was a seasoned veteran, a battle hardened king's guard. A musketeer having fenced with wrists of steel and fencing off the same tactics by Jacob's older half brother, Noah Jackson.
Cardinal Cunt had folded and she took the spoils of that war. She had both their affections now.
Atara's lips tightened into her own smile and she silently accepted the terms of the duel and answered through expression alone. Hate me now Jacob, but you will love me
Setting her spoon aside, a slight clank against the bowl, she folded her arms across the table and smooth as silk offered her retort, "I am Greek."
Jacob nodded unimpressed and brought his own spoon to his mouth. Intent on pulling her nerves through the skin he slurped his food and for an exorbitant amount of time. She visibly shuddered, it was nails on a chalkboard and the little sadist watched with glee the entirety before mimicking his breakfast companion and dropping the utensil with a louder clunk.
"Mom said your country is poor and depends on people like Dad with money to come look at your dumb statues."
Aegean blue orbs bore through Jacob like daggers. All the wrath of the Gods he had insulted ready to erupt from Gaia...deep breathes. Atara had to take deep breaths. Remember yoga and take deep breaths. Your mother is a manipulative bitch and I wish had finished what I started…
She kept taking deep breaths, kept it internal. It wasn't his fault. "It's called tourism Dove…"
"Don't call me that. I don't like it, it sounds dumb to," He interjected.
Deep...deep...breathes.
"Ok, Jacob. It's called tourism and many European countries depend on it, mine included."
Uninteresting, he shrugged, "Just don't give Dad one of your diseases."
Mount Atty was on the verge of exploding on the little city of Jacob but luckily the all too familiar sound of heelies came barreling down the hall and stopped abruptly at the table's edge. A disheveled Noah, clearly sleep deprived from a long night of Ghost punching and wearing an inquisitorial face, peered down at Atara.
"Where's breakfast, it's your day….wait what's going on here?
Jacob and Atara had remained quiet, still in their silent standoff. The consummate detective that he was, Noah picked up on the tension immediately.
" Oh, it's that thing," nodding sure of himself, Noah ruffled Jacob's head. "Don't be a cunt. He's just a joey."
Jacob smiled victoriously.
"And don't be a Dad. Step mum is cool."
Jacob looked at Atara in shock mouthing the words step mum in disbelief and was rewarded with a self satisfied smirk of Atara's own.
"Yeah, anyway, go get your trunks, We'll take turns on the slide while she makes my breakfast."
Atara was no longer of interest and Jacob was up and away while a Noah mediated ceasefire, of all things, was temporarily put in place. Noah vanished right behind him, neither paying her mind or even clearing the table of his damn bowl.
That little shit…
In her feels, Atara jolted from the table in a mild hissy and snatched up both her and Jacob's bowl. With a few hard thunks she empty them in the trash before moving to the sink and starting furious washing process. Throughout the entirety, Atara muttered to herself.
"Whore...well Dad's whore is part reason you're here. Dad's whore is the reason you're playing a PS5 and not a PS4. Dad's whore hand selected every one of those dinosaur books," she spat in quick succession to no one but herself.
More hurt than angry, Atara knew it was misdirected. Jules had been a thorn in her side ever since Atara and Shawn had become an official thing. With recent history, it was really only fair people would think that. They only got the most briefest of glimpses into their lives and didn't know the full story.
They didn't know Atara was hard at work mending bridges and putting bandage to wounds she had opened. She had to look Shawn in the eyes everyday and be reminded. Not always, but there were moments she caught glimpse of his doubt. Moments when Atara was blocked out by walls she had once knocked down.
She was trying, she was really trying, and attempting to convince the people Shawn cared about, the people who cared about him of that fact was starting to seem futile. Noah, while accepting, seemed distant. James was...well James was James and Jackson she felt never liked her much anyway. The only person Atara had confidence in being her corner was Betsy.
Betsy could empathize, their experiences in life had been somewhat similar. At least in wrestling.
Two beautiful women capable in their own right yet shadowed by the legacies of their partners. Two women tasked with keep the giant egos of those men in check. Tasked with keeping them grounded and prevent them from imploding. All the while they were trying to forge their own paths, carrying all baggage.
They did it silently, did it without regret. They did it willingly and without thought of reciprocation. That's not to say Shawn and James didn't give back but that it wasn't expected...mostly. Atara had never signed up for an ex wife, two kids, and past drug addiction creeping around corner, but she had accepted it all.
She had signed up for him. That's it and what did he do? Lost his Universal title and up and left her to come play with the boys in the land mediocrity. Suddenly Legacy was more important than them and she of course was admittedly jealous. Still is and will most likely always be.
Atara had scrubbed an already clean bowl to the point her fingers were exhausted and sudden pang broke her from thought. She let it fall gently in the sink, her chest sinking with a sigh.
"Whore….only for his attention," she whispered.
Her phone buzzed behind her. Looking over shoulder, Atara gave a seconds pause and moved when it buzzed again.
"Betsy." Seeing the name brought a smile to Atara's face as she lifted it to her ear.
"Hello Dove…….I'll be there in about hour."
Lights. Cameras. Action.
Fade From Black
It was plain and simple room bathed in the sterility of white painted walls bordering the dullness of grey linoleum. Largely empty, the only furnishing were a stationary bike on one end and a chalkboard on the other. In the center of one wall was framed a hefty steel door, the kind of door that puts you in mind that it's intended to keep something from getting out as opposed to in. All in all the room seemed more cage than space for it's two occupants.
Our blonde and brunette duo, Betsy Granger and Atara Themis, were the only signs of life. On the one end, Betsy, clad in a long white doctor's coat, seemed busy at the chalk board. Mumbling to herself, she had made busy marking away on the board. Symbols, mostly indiscernible to all eyes but hers covered the near entirety of the thing.
On the other end, clad in 80s aerobics costume was Atara. Humming a poppy melody to herself, she pedaled away at the bike oblivious to whatever great discovery her friend had or was about to make. Both seemed content in the moment and seconds passed before finally Betsy spoke up.
"Atty, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
Never stopping here excercises, Atara's head canted back slightly toward the voice, " I think so Betsy, do pants with horizontal stripes make my thighs look fat?"
Betsy's brows furrowed in apparent shock, "Preposterous! But no."
Atara stopped pedaling and turned to her friend offering a casual flinch of her shoulders, "Then I have no idea what you're thinking."
"I'm thinking Atty, it's time we make our escape and I have figured out how!" excitedly Betsy moved to show her artwork. "James and Shawn think they can trap us here, keep us from the arena Friday Night! They think the world isn't ready Atty...the human mind incapable of fathoming, processing, coping with the weight of our awesomeness...well they have failed!"
Atara inched closure to the chalkboard, her brows now furrowing but in confusion. She lifted a finger and pointed to a symbol in particular. "You drew a dick."
"I did, but focus Atara. Ask me how we are going to escape this purgatory."
Atara lifted a brow this round, "How are we going to get out?"
"Simple. We turn the knob in a clockwise motion until the bolt retreats into the knobs casing thus freeing the door from it's set position and allowing us to push it open! " A wide eyed Betsy lectured.
Hands on her hips, Atara nodded with approval. "Impressive and simple. I couldn't imagine anything more simple…"
"....actually, yeah, actually I can."
"??"
"Beating Justice and Enforcer at Friday Night Inferno."
Betsy placed a finger on her chin and went deep into the complex machinations of her brain for oooh a micro-second if not shorter, "You're right. Let's go."
Betsy moved for the door and opened before realizing her companion had yet to move. "Something wrong?"
"Yeah, I kind of feel this is lazy and we owe more to the fans? Should've put more thought into this out of respect for our opponents…." Atara admitted in a seemingly genuine fashion.
Betsy gave a seconds consideration.
"Atty, babe, you're in spandex and your ass is facing the camera. They got enough."
"Good point. That's why your the brains."
The two exit stage door.
Fade To Black
And there it was, a final break in the awkward silence that had been between them the entirety of the morning. The two sat alone in the breakfast nook of Shawn Warstein's home, a wide eyed Atty trying unceremoniously to keep her Golden Grahams from spewing across the table and the indelicate youth sitting across from her. Seemingly pleased with himself, Shawn's youngest son, Jacob, watched her reaction with all the same chuff his father displayed after having won whatever it was he had set sight on.
It was eerie, in that moment Jacob was all Shawn but beneath that self satisfied cherubic face Atty saw the source of the comment and it caused her blood to boil and cheeks to glow red. Wiping away a trickle of milk that had escaped her lips she swallowed her breakfast and cursed the boys mother internally. Cursed Jules for she was worth while having to remind herself to not fire back. It took a moment, but Atty eventually composed and returned Jacob's gaze.
The Grecian was well aware of what this was. This was a standoff and she was being challenged. It was written all over his face, the expression daring her to blow up. He was planting his flag in a sudden unspoken war for his dad's complete attention. To put Shawn in the position of choosing son or girlfriend. An obvious choice of course.
Touche Jacob, touche.
What little Jacob didn't know was that Atty was a seasoned veteran, a battle hardened king's guard. A musketeer having fenced with wrists of steel and fencing off the same tactics by Jacob's older half brother, Noah Jackson.
Cardinal Cunt had folded and she took the spoils of that war. She had both their affections now.
Atara's lips tightened into her own smile and she silently accepted the terms of the duel and answered through expression alone. Hate me now Jacob, but you will love me
Setting her spoon aside, a slight clank against the bowl, she folded her arms across the table and smooth as silk offered her retort, "I am Greek."
Jacob nodded unimpressed and brought his own spoon to his mouth. Intent on pulling her nerves through the skin he slurped his food and for an exorbitant amount of time. She visibly shuddered, it was nails on a chalkboard and the little sadist watched with glee the entirety before mimicking his breakfast companion and dropping the utensil with a louder clunk.
"Mom said your country is poor and depends on people like Dad with money to come look at your dumb statues."
Aegean blue orbs bore through Jacob like daggers. All the wrath of the Gods he had insulted ready to erupt from Gaia...deep breathes. Atara had to take deep breaths. Remember yoga and take deep breaths. Your mother is a manipulative bitch and I wish had finished what I started…
She kept taking deep breaths, kept it internal. It wasn't his fault. "It's called tourism Dove…"
"Don't call me that. I don't like it, it sounds dumb to," He interjected.
Deep...deep...breathes.
"Ok, Jacob. It's called tourism and many European countries depend on it, mine included."
Uninteresting, he shrugged, "Just don't give Dad one of your diseases."
Mount Atty was on the verge of exploding on the little city of Jacob but luckily the all too familiar sound of heelies came barreling down the hall and stopped abruptly at the table's edge. A disheveled Noah, clearly sleep deprived from a long night of Ghost punching and wearing an inquisitorial face, peered down at Atara.
"Where's breakfast, it's your day….wait what's going on here?
Jacob and Atara had remained quiet, still in their silent standoff. The consummate detective that he was, Noah picked up on the tension immediately.
" Oh, it's that thing," nodding sure of himself, Noah ruffled Jacob's head. "Don't be a cunt. He's just a joey."
Jacob smiled victoriously.
"And don't be a Dad. Step mum is cool."
Jacob looked at Atara in shock mouthing the words step mum in disbelief and was rewarded with a self satisfied smirk of Atara's own.
"Yeah, anyway, go get your trunks, We'll take turns on the slide while she makes my breakfast."
Atara was no longer of interest and Jacob was up and away while a Noah mediated ceasefire, of all things, was temporarily put in place. Noah vanished right behind him, neither paying her mind or even clearing the table of his damn bowl.
That little shit…
In her feels, Atara jolted from the table in a mild hissy and snatched up both her and Jacob's bowl. With a few hard thunks she empty them in the trash before moving to the sink and starting furious washing process. Throughout the entirety, Atara muttered to herself.
"Whore...well Dad's whore is part reason you're here. Dad's whore is the reason you're playing a PS5 and not a PS4. Dad's whore hand selected every one of those dinosaur books," she spat in quick succession to no one but herself.
More hurt than angry, Atara knew it was misdirected. Jules had been a thorn in her side ever since Atara and Shawn had become an official thing. With recent history, it was really only fair people would think that. They only got the most briefest of glimpses into their lives and didn't know the full story.
They didn't know Atara was hard at work mending bridges and putting bandage to wounds she had opened. She had to look Shawn in the eyes everyday and be reminded. Not always, but there were moments she caught glimpse of his doubt. Moments when Atara was blocked out by walls she had once knocked down.
She was trying, she was really trying, and attempting to convince the people Shawn cared about, the people who cared about him of that fact was starting to seem futile. Noah, while accepting, seemed distant. James was...well James was James and Jackson she felt never liked her much anyway. The only person Atara had confidence in being her corner was Betsy.
Betsy could empathize, their experiences in life had been somewhat similar. At least in wrestling.
Two beautiful women capable in their own right yet shadowed by the legacies of their partners. Two women tasked with keep the giant egos of those men in check. Tasked with keeping them grounded and prevent them from imploding. All the while they were trying to forge their own paths, carrying all baggage.
They did it silently, did it without regret. They did it willingly and without thought of reciprocation. That's not to say Shawn and James didn't give back but that it wasn't expected...mostly. Atara had never signed up for an ex wife, two kids, and past drug addiction creeping around corner, but she had accepted it all.
She had signed up for him. That's it and what did he do? Lost his Universal title and up and left her to come play with the boys in the land mediocrity. Suddenly Legacy was more important than them and she of course was admittedly jealous. Still is and will most likely always be.
Atara had scrubbed an already clean bowl to the point her fingers were exhausted and sudden pang broke her from thought. She let it fall gently in the sink, her chest sinking with a sigh.
"Whore….only for his attention," she whispered.
Her phone buzzed behind her. Looking over shoulder, Atara gave a seconds pause and moved when it buzzed again.
"Betsy." Seeing the name brought a smile to Atara's face as she lifted it to her ear.
"Hello Dove…….I'll be there in about hour."
Lights. Cameras. Action.
Fade From Black
It was plain and simple room bathed in the sterility of white painted walls bordering the dullness of grey linoleum. Largely empty, the only furnishing were a stationary bike on one end and a chalkboard on the other. In the center of one wall was framed a hefty steel door, the kind of door that puts you in mind that it's intended to keep something from getting out as opposed to in. All in all the room seemed more cage than space for it's two occupants.
Our blonde and brunette duo, Betsy Granger and Atara Themis, were the only signs of life. On the one end, Betsy, clad in a long white doctor's coat, seemed busy at the chalk board. Mumbling to herself, she had made busy marking away on the board. Symbols, mostly indiscernible to all eyes but hers covered the near entirety of the thing.
On the other end, clad in 80s aerobics costume was Atara. Humming a poppy melody to herself, she pedaled away at the bike oblivious to whatever great discovery her friend had or was about to make. Both seemed content in the moment and seconds passed before finally Betsy spoke up.
"Atty, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
Never stopping here excercises, Atara's head canted back slightly toward the voice, " I think so Betsy, do pants with horizontal stripes make my thighs look fat?"
Betsy's brows furrowed in apparent shock, "Preposterous! But no."
Atara stopped pedaling and turned to her friend offering a casual flinch of her shoulders, "Then I have no idea what you're thinking."
"I'm thinking Atty, it's time we make our escape and I have figured out how!" excitedly Betsy moved to show her artwork. "James and Shawn think they can trap us here, keep us from the arena Friday Night! They think the world isn't ready Atty...the human mind incapable of fathoming, processing, coping with the weight of our awesomeness...well they have failed!"
Atara inched closure to the chalkboard, her brows now furrowing but in confusion. She lifted a finger and pointed to a symbol in particular. "You drew a dick."
"I did, but focus Atara. Ask me how we are going to escape this purgatory."
Atara lifted a brow this round, "How are we going to get out?"
"Simple. We turn the knob in a clockwise motion until the bolt retreats into the knobs casing thus freeing the door from it's set position and allowing us to push it open! " A wide eyed Betsy lectured.
Hands on her hips, Atara nodded with approval. "Impressive and simple. I couldn't imagine anything more simple…"
"....actually, yeah, actually I can."
"??"
"Beating Justice and Enforcer at Friday Night Inferno."
Betsy placed a finger on her chin and went deep into the complex machinations of her brain for oooh a micro-second if not shorter, "You're right. Let's go."
Betsy moved for the door and opened before realizing her companion had yet to move. "Something wrong?"
"Yeah, I kind of feel this is lazy and we owe more to the fans? Should've put more thought into this out of respect for our opponents…." Atara admitted in a seemingly genuine fashion.
Betsy gave a seconds consideration.
"Atty, babe, you're in spandex and your ass is facing the camera. They got enough."
"Good point. That's why your the brains."
The two exit stage door.
Fade To Black