Post by Boardwalk Angels on Dec 1, 2017 20:37:13 GMT -5
Their song is still playing as the Boardwalk Angels, Zoey Madigan-Star and Farrah Cornett, make their way backstage within the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum. Farrah is in the lead, her half of the freshly-retained LAW Tag Team Championships over her shoulder. She keeps right on walking, past the curtain and into the intersection, pausing only to grab a bottle of water. Reaching the wall, she leans her forehead against the cool surface, sighing openly. Following relatively close behind is Zoey, looking a little worse for wear with her own title clutched in her right hand. She also heads for the wall except for how she turns and rests her back upon it. Her arm shaking, she lifts the title to stare down at it, her expression difficult to read. From her place, after leaning up long enough to take a sip of water, Farrah turns to her partner and finally smiles.
”Did it again…”
Nodding, Zoey’s eyes stay on the belt in her hand until Farrah touches her shoulder. The contact seems to jolt the Sorcerous Angel and her partner looks at her, confused.
”Tense much?”
”I’m sorry…”
Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, rubbing at them with her free hand, Zoey refocuses on her partner.
”What did you say?”
”I said we did it again. The biggest show of the year for LAW, against two women who brought a fight I didn’t know they had, with all the extra pressure piled on top considering what a loss would mean…”
Sliding the belt off her shoulder, she holds it up toward Zoey and that lovely-yet-sinister smile is back again on the Crimson Angel’s glistening face.
”...and we did it.”
Seeing the belt lifted, Zoey gives in to peer pressure and lets a smile of her own manifest. She raises her own title, tapping it against her partner’s.
”We certainly did.”
”And my main thoughts are that I’m glad Angie washes her hands and that her nails aren’t manicured…”
Swishing a big gulp of water around in her mouth, Farrah swallows it and works her jaw slightly. Apparently, Angie’s mandible claw variation had some after-effects. Zoey’s smile, though faint, is maintained for the moment. She nods toward the hallway and the Angels start walking, their titles going back over their shoulders.
”Now that the record is broken, though, things are going to be even harder. Not that we’ve ever minded a challenge, of course…”
”Not once.”
”Never. You know what I’m talking about, though. It’s the same logic as that which says that winning a championship is the easy part and defending it is the difficult part. We just set a new record and that was the easy part. Now we’re creating a legacy for every tag team that comes after us to live up to.”
Still nursing the water, Farrah nods slightly while they pass down the hallways toward their locker room. Zoey falls silent after her explanation of her thoughts and their future. It wasn’t a full story, of course; one look into her two-toned golden eyes showed that there was plenty more on the magician’s brain. As they came into their locker room, though, such thoughts had no choice but to go away as Stacy Jones and Crystal Hilton wouldn’t have it any other way. Zoey and Farrah are met with embraces and squeals of excitement as they come in, and the scene fades to black as the door shuts behind them.
Cut to a bit later in the evening, whereupon we find the full group of Angels back at Aura. There’s no Transcontinental in the house this time, but that doesn’t mean that Zoey, Farrah, Stacy and Crystal can’t have a fine time on their own, right? And they’re doing just that in the way that they know best: out on the dance floor. But much as it had been back when the Angels first won the LAW Tag Team Championships, Zoey had relegated herself to people-watching (angel-watching?) for the evening. It’s not that she meant to be a wet blanket, mind you… she just had too much on her mind. As she watched her friends enjoy themselves, however, her phone buzzed and she checked the incoming message.
Zoey smiled faintly, responding to the text with one thumb while sipping her club soda.
There had been times, though… moments of temptation. Zoey had never followed through, though. Two incidents in her school years had been more than enough to show her that there was no good sense in partaking of things like alcohol, cigarettes or drugs. She never became preachy and put her beliefs on others, though, as evidenced by never minding her friends or family having their share. She just chose not to herself.
She smiles as she types this in, turning long enough to mouth a ‘thank you’ to the bartender for freshening her drink, sliding a few bills across the bar to him before turning back to her conversation.
She would. It’s whether or not she could keep her thoughts and feelings to herself in the midst of the event. Katalina and ponies… is a recipe for a great many things!
”And? How’s mom?”
Hearing Farrah’s voice suddenly, Zoey rolls her eyes and nudges her partner in the ribs to back her off, leaving Farrah chuckling as the magician ends the conversation.
Putting her phone away, Zoey turns to Farrah with a smirk.
”Eavesdropper.”
It isn’t long before Stacy and Crystal come up as well, surrounding Zoey. She looks between the three, makes a big mock sigh and shakes her head.
”That time, eh?”
Each one nods and each one takes hold of her, drawing her off the stool and out to the dance floor. They weren’t about to let the night pass without their magician cutting some rug, it seemed. And despite her weak resistance to it all, Zoey knew deep down that she needed it. Cutting from the club after a few moments, our next sight is that of Zoey, dressed all in black, walking through a graveyard… one familiar to those who had followed her career. A classy black jacket and skirt, shiny black boots and a hint of black silk coating her legs along with a wide-brimmed black hat adorned the magician, along with the title over her shoulder, as she walked toward one grave in particular. She knelt, removing three roses from within her coat and setting each of them on the marker: one pink, one white, one red. Off in the background, Farrah and the other Angels can be seen, though they’re giving her some distance for the time being.
”So… I was in the neighborhood…”
Zoey starts, smiling a little. She wipes a tear from her cheek with a black-gloved hand.
”...and I thought I’d visit. Wasn’t able to pick up lunch, unfortunately. On a bit of a schedule now. I hope you can forgive me.”
She takes a letter from her pocket now, setting it against the grave in such a way that the wind won’t easily pick it up and send it flying. Then she goes another step and takes a hairpin, sticking it through the corner of the white paper and into the ground. It seems like a silly thing to do, but if anyone thinks so they do not make their thoughts known openly.
”You can read that whenever you feel like it. Just a little bit of… catching up, I suppose? Things are moving so fast lately that it’s hard to keep track of everything. I’m sure you already know everything that’s going on though and I just want to say that I’m not going to stop trying. Not now, not ever. And even if I thought to, Farrah wouldn’t let me. We just hit a milestone with these titles and now we gotta fight even harder. And we will. For you and everyone else who believes…”
Pausing a moment to dab at another tear or two, Zoey takes a slow breath, trying to calm herself.
”I wish I knew what to say. I’m sorry. I’m not well, brother… not well at all. But I’m trying. I promise you that. And… I’ll come see you again soon. Your birthday is coming up soon, after all. We’ll have lunch again, like always.”
It is becoming harder for her to speak and more so for her to properly gather her thoughts. After a few more moments of futile effort, Zoey rises to her feet. She kisses her gloved fingertips and runs them along the top of the headstone, then turns to rejoin her friends. The scene cuts out rather quickly after that…
”Did it again…”
Nodding, Zoey’s eyes stay on the belt in her hand until Farrah touches her shoulder. The contact seems to jolt the Sorcerous Angel and her partner looks at her, confused.
”Tense much?”
”I’m sorry…”
Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, rubbing at them with her free hand, Zoey refocuses on her partner.
”What did you say?”
”I said we did it again. The biggest show of the year for LAW, against two women who brought a fight I didn’t know they had, with all the extra pressure piled on top considering what a loss would mean…”
Sliding the belt off her shoulder, she holds it up toward Zoey and that lovely-yet-sinister smile is back again on the Crimson Angel’s glistening face.
”...and we did it.”
Seeing the belt lifted, Zoey gives in to peer pressure and lets a smile of her own manifest. She raises her own title, tapping it against her partner’s.
”We certainly did.”
”And my main thoughts are that I’m glad Angie washes her hands and that her nails aren’t manicured…”
Swishing a big gulp of water around in her mouth, Farrah swallows it and works her jaw slightly. Apparently, Angie’s mandible claw variation had some after-effects. Zoey’s smile, though faint, is maintained for the moment. She nods toward the hallway and the Angels start walking, their titles going back over their shoulders.
”Now that the record is broken, though, things are going to be even harder. Not that we’ve ever minded a challenge, of course…”
”Not once.”
”Never. You know what I’m talking about, though. It’s the same logic as that which says that winning a championship is the easy part and defending it is the difficult part. We just set a new record and that was the easy part. Now we’re creating a legacy for every tag team that comes after us to live up to.”
Still nursing the water, Farrah nods slightly while they pass down the hallways toward their locker room. Zoey falls silent after her explanation of her thoughts and their future. It wasn’t a full story, of course; one look into her two-toned golden eyes showed that there was plenty more on the magician’s brain. As they came into their locker room, though, such thoughts had no choice but to go away as Stacy Jones and Crystal Hilton wouldn’t have it any other way. Zoey and Farrah are met with embraces and squeals of excitement as they come in, and the scene fades to black as the door shuts behind them.
Cut to a bit later in the evening, whereupon we find the full group of Angels back at Aura. There’s no Transcontinental in the house this time, but that doesn’t mean that Zoey, Farrah, Stacy and Crystal can’t have a fine time on their own, right? And they’re doing just that in the way that they know best: out on the dance floor. But much as it had been back when the Angels first won the LAW Tag Team Championships, Zoey had relegated herself to people-watching (angel-watching?) for the evening. It’s not that she meant to be a wet blanket, mind you… she just had too much on her mind. As she watched her friends enjoy themselves, however, her phone buzzed and she checked the incoming message.
MOM: Out for a little celebration, honey?
Zoey smiled faintly, responding to the text with one thumb while sipping her club soda.
ME: Yes, ma’am. Designated Driver duty again, like always. lol
MOM: Like always? Oh, right… I forgot. Though I’m happy to see that you hold to that.
ME: There’s nothing in it for me.
There had been times, though… moments of temptation. Zoey had never followed through, though. Two incidents in her school years had been more than enough to show her that there was no good sense in partaking of things like alcohol, cigarettes or drugs. She never became preachy and put her beliefs on others, though, as evidenced by never minding her friends or family having their share. She just chose not to herself.
MOM: There’s nothing in it for everyone, little rose. How are your friends doing?
ME: I’m watching them dance and guarding the purses.
She smiles as she types this in, turning long enough to mouth a ‘thank you’ to the bartender for freshening her drink, sliding a few bills across the bar to him before turning back to her conversation.
ME: I’ll extend your salutations, though..
MOM: No need to bother them, sweetheart. But do let me know what Katalina thinks about our Christmas idea, won’t you? I really think she’d enjoy herself.
ME: I think she would, too.
She would. It’s whether or not she could keep her thoughts and feelings to herself in the midst of the event. Katalina and ponies… is a recipe for a great many things!
”And? How’s mom?”
Hearing Farrah’s voice suddenly, Zoey rolls her eyes and nudges her partner in the ribs to back her off, leaving Farrah chuckling as the magician ends the conversation.
ME: My favorite bad influence has arrived, mama. I’ll call you tomorrow.
ME: Give her a hug from me. Love you.
Putting her phone away, Zoey turns to Farrah with a smirk.
”Eavesdropper.”
It isn’t long before Stacy and Crystal come up as well, surrounding Zoey. She looks between the three, makes a big mock sigh and shakes her head.
”That time, eh?”
Each one nods and each one takes hold of her, drawing her off the stool and out to the dance floor. They weren’t about to let the night pass without their magician cutting some rug, it seemed. And despite her weak resistance to it all, Zoey knew deep down that she needed it. Cutting from the club after a few moments, our next sight is that of Zoey, dressed all in black, walking through a graveyard… one familiar to those who had followed her career. A classy black jacket and skirt, shiny black boots and a hint of black silk coating her legs along with a wide-brimmed black hat adorned the magician, along with the title over her shoulder, as she walked toward one grave in particular. She knelt, removing three roses from within her coat and setting each of them on the marker: one pink, one white, one red. Off in the background, Farrah and the other Angels can be seen, though they’re giving her some distance for the time being.
”So… I was in the neighborhood…”
Zoey starts, smiling a little. She wipes a tear from her cheek with a black-gloved hand.
”...and I thought I’d visit. Wasn’t able to pick up lunch, unfortunately. On a bit of a schedule now. I hope you can forgive me.”
She takes a letter from her pocket now, setting it against the grave in such a way that the wind won’t easily pick it up and send it flying. Then she goes another step and takes a hairpin, sticking it through the corner of the white paper and into the ground. It seems like a silly thing to do, but if anyone thinks so they do not make their thoughts known openly.
”You can read that whenever you feel like it. Just a little bit of… catching up, I suppose? Things are moving so fast lately that it’s hard to keep track of everything. I’m sure you already know everything that’s going on though and I just want to say that I’m not going to stop trying. Not now, not ever. And even if I thought to, Farrah wouldn’t let me. We just hit a milestone with these titles and now we gotta fight even harder. And we will. For you and everyone else who believes…”
Pausing a moment to dab at another tear or two, Zoey takes a slow breath, trying to calm herself.
”I wish I knew what to say. I’m sorry. I’m not well, brother… not well at all. But I’m trying. I promise you that. And… I’ll come see you again soon. Your birthday is coming up soon, after all. We’ll have lunch again, like always.”
It is becoming harder for her to speak and more so for her to properly gather her thoughts. After a few more moments of futile effort, Zoey rises to her feet. She kisses her gloved fingertips and runs them along the top of the headstone, then turns to rejoin her friends. The scene cuts out rather quickly after that…