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| Camila | Jan 30 2013, 05:34 AM Post #1 |
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![]() 9:38 A.M. Thursday, January 24th – The Year 2013 Just why in the fuck am I here?! That voice in my head was stirring up trouble today. I HATE THIS PLACE! Not a single word left my lips, but behind this straight face I was displaying was a forest fire that McGruff couldn't prevent. I hated the scent of this office. The odor of cheap cologne, coffee, and cigarettes. That god awful Philadelphia Eagles flag hanging on the wall next to the United States Flag. It wasn't as bad as a Texas flag, but it was without question... god awful. Mr. Mogul: "How have you adjusted to your current status in society?" Hey... Fuck you guy! I shake my trance and look Mr. Mogul in the face. This old fart hated his job. I could see it in his eyes. Camila Martinez: "I'm adjusting fine. I've been interviewing people to actually run my father's businesses. My step-mother was left with nothing in the will so that makes me happy. I gave her twenty grand though. But other than that, I don't think an inheritence should be treated like a lottery." He continued to doodle on his notepad. Mr. Mogul: "Mmm... I see." "Yes, like always, you're seeing shit. I swear these guys are more whacked out than I. I should be asking him the questions." Camila Martinez: "I got my job back at Platinum Dynasty. Do you think this was a wise decision?" Mr. Mogul: "It all depends on how you handle your depression. Have you accepted your loss for what it is and decided to move forward?" Camila Martinez: "Yes..." "I was lying through my teeth. Not like he could actually tell anyhow." Lying always made me nervous. My lip quivered and I began to chew at the corner of my lower lip. It was a terrible habit, especially considering I had the lip ring. Mr. Mogul: "If you have accepted your loss then I encourage you to return to what you love. Return to your true passion, Professional Wrestling.” "Those may have been the words I was waiting for him to say… Or maybe I’m just trying to fancy this up too much. Either way, I didn’t care what he came up with a hypothesis or whatever it is this boring fuck is licensed for. I was returning to wrestling to kick some ass and carry on my family legacy.” “DING!” The timer went off with one loud sound and that meant this session was done. I leap from my seat and jolt for the exit doors. Down the concrete steps, through the busy parking lot, and into the driver’s seat of the 2009 Ford Mustang 5.0 I go. The door shuts and sit quietly, embracing the moment of peace. "I’m so fucked… AHHHH!!” A tap on the glass nearly gave me a heart attack. He left finger prints and a smudge of his lips and cheek on the passenger side window before opening the door. Camila Martinez: ”Jesus Ryan! I should smack you. Where’d you go?” color=blue]Ryan Q. Hall: [/color] “I got some candy for Estelle..” He reaches into his plastic bag and places a box of Skittles on the console before removing a white rose. He offers it to me. "Damnit Ryan! I don’t want that.” Camila Martinez: ”Where am I going to put that? I have to drive.” Ryan thinks it over and puts the rose back in the bag. I turn the ignition and off on the road we go. It had been a normal morning for me. Stuck in a crisis and I needed to dial up my own hotline. Talk about a pretty intense day. I relight an already smoked spliff from the ashtray and offer Ryan a drag. Camila Martinez: “We need to stop by the office real fast. I think they need me, they’ve been blowing up my phone since early this morning.” Ryan takes a few drags as we drive to our next destination.... END |
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