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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2016 23:40:21 GMT -5
It was the middle of the afternoon when Syren was spotted in the hallways. With so many people seemingly going to get a peak at the SuperBrawl set while it was still under construction, the Diva Destroyer chose to stay clear. Socializing wasn't her strong suit, as many would remember. She's on the upper level, looking out one of the windows to the crowd that's gathered down below for the latest Meet & Greet session the company was putting on. And no, she wasn't doing that either. However, it was here that [x] happens to come passing through the area, drawing her attention away from the window momentarily.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 21:50:33 GMT -5
To be fair to her, it would have been difficult to not have her attention drawn away from the window. The door to the stairwell opened, and the massive bulk of the Scourge stepped through. His eyes met hers and he gave her a nod.
The Scourge: Did they try to rope you into that... mess, as well?
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2016 0:04:36 GMT -5
She stares up at him for a moment, letting her eyes wander over him a little before turning back to the window again. That look of disgust running through her face again as she watches everyone rush from table to table for autographs and photos.
Syren: Some tried. Quoted me a bunch of little tidbits from their contracts and how the place relies on its talent to bend over backwards for the fans, a whole lot of horse shit like that. All it takes is a little specific wording in my contract and I can just skip right over bullshit like that.
She shrugs a little, glad that she demanded that little extra when she was negotiating with Wescott.
Syren: And how bout you, big boy? I bet Rathecock was just dying to parade you around in front of the cameras, now that you're back on the payroll.
She says with a bit of a smirk. He was a big boy, he could take it.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2016 0:08:12 GMT -5
He shrugged.
The Scourge: Someone called. I told them no. They complained and said their supervisor would be in touch. Supervisor called...
He grinned.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2016 23:53:33 GMT -5
She chuckles a little bit, shaking her head.
Syren: Ooh, not the dreaded 'supervisor'...that'll make everything better! Pompous little asshole.
She sighs out the window again, waving them off as she turns to him.
Syren: Things like that remind me why I dropped out of the scene a while back. I'm allergic to stupidity.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2016 9:34:44 GMT -5
The Scourge: At some point, you just ignore it. Or become like us and refuse to participate in it. There are other aspects that draw us back, the pageantry... isn't one of them.
He stepped to that same window and looked out over the hustling insect like being below before turning to meet her gaze.
The Scourge: What brings you back then? You've seen it all, done it all. Why come back?
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 1:10:38 GMT -5
She shrugs a little, still smirking.
Syren: I'd love to say it was the money, because there was a lot of money. But honestly, I was bored with 'retirement'...bored with just going day to day with no purpose driving me, no goal to do something, you know? And with this deal, I get to get my hands a lil' dirty again while trying to snap some lil' chickie into form.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 15:04:04 GMT -5
The Scourge: Real life gets tedious, whereas this... there's always at least one interesting thing happening.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2016 1:43:01 GMT -5
Her smirk begins to grow a little wider.
Syren: Someone's a smooth talker. Guess you really take that whole 'tall, dark & handsome' thing to heart, huh?
She says, leaning her shoulder against the wall.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2016 13:03:47 GMT -5
He chuckled, that deep rich and sinister sound issuing from his throat.
The Scourge: I don't pretend to be anything other than what I am...
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2016 1:04:55 GMT -5
Syren: That's the way to go. Too many people in this business trying to be something they're not. Especially all the lil' plastic bitches strutting around like they're cock of the walk, when they haven't even begun to pay their dues yet.
Her tone of voice made her opinion clear on the subject.
Syren: So which one is it?
She asks right out of the blue, still smirking up at him.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2016 1:31:44 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow.
The Scourge: Which what is what?
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2016 1:41:50 GMT -5
She laughed out loud.
Syren: Which one do you have your eye on?
She asks directly.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2016 1:47:50 GMT -5
His eyebrow did not fall.
The Scourge: What makes you think I have my eye on anybody?
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2016 1:51:32 GMT -5
Without wavering...
Syren: A reputation's a hard thing to get rid of. Not that I'd blame you though. Seems like everyone's hooking up with someone these days. Even your old running buddy Mason, he's got his hands on that lil' glorified cheerleader Jenna.
She shrugs. She was attracted to strong men but held no interest in Sterling whatsoever.
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