Post by kidnotorious on Nov 4, 2011 23:40:06 GMT -5
Avast, ye mateys! This be a joint RP between Tim and Kris.
Yaaaaaaaaaaar.
Yaaaaaaaaaaar.
He... he came to help me, just as he promised.
Not that I didn’t think that he would, mind-- I just... well, it’s so hard to believe that the thoughtless jerk that once dumped a bucket of water over my head before talking to me like I was nothing but a sex object and the brave young man that charged into the fray without caring that the numbers game was against him to help are the same person. But yet... yet, that’s exactly what happened. Rachel was right all along, about him-- that he means well, but he just can’t keep his foot out of his mouth to save his life, sometimes. Now that I see past that, though, past the brash attitude and the rough edges, what I see... is probably the sweetest guy that I’ve ever known, awkward in a way that’s adorable. I’m sort of glad, though, that he’s not the most observant guy in the world-- otherwise, he would’ve caught me staring by now. Would that be a bad thing, though...? God, I can’t make up my mind if it would be or not. On one hand, it’d end this awkwardness that feels like it’s going to smother me at any moment... but on the other? It could drive him away, and I honestly don’t know if I could live with that because the more I think about it, this isn’t Christian all over again. Oh, no... this is stronger, and that scares the Bejesus right out of me.
Man, what a rush. Vengeance was ca-razy. I warned those Irish pricks if they went after Nat I’d be there to help her out, and they found that out the hard way. Course then there was my match later on and to the belief of just about no-one, I actually won! But the best part of it all was when I finally caught my bearings and the first person I see standin’ next to me is Nat! That was just... almost the best way to end a match I ever coulda hoped for. I mean the best woulda been... well, I’m sure you could guess. What am I talking about, your MY thoughts so of course you know the answer to that. Shut up brain! ...Anyways. Maaan, this is killin’ me. I wanna tell her how I feel but I just... what if she doesn’t feel the same way? Although, I’ve noticed some of the looks she gives me, and she DID come runnin to my aid but I just... GAH!
Maybe that’s why I’m so hesitant to act on my feelings... because I’m terrified of the ‘What if?’ that’s involved. Heh, that’s a bitter pill to swallow-- that me, Miss Talks About Overcoming Fear, can’t seem to overcome this one for the life of me. God, what I wouldn’t give for an ounce of Rachel’s confidence in situations like this... but there’s no use in crying over spilled milk. Surely he wouldn’t have dashed to my aid like that if he didn’t... and there’s also how he’s always so quick to pick up the phone when I call, or to return my text. Heck, thinking about it, I don’t think there’s been a time that he’s told me no when I’ve asked him to meet me for dinner or go and do something. What if... what if he feels the same way? I mean, I don’t think I’m anything special beyond what I do for a living... but does that mean that he can’t see me that way?
Then again with the amount of time we spend together, do ‘just friends’ do all the things we’ve done together without...? Gah why does this perplex me so much?! Why is it so hard for me to just say what I wanna say? I mean this is me we’re talkin’ about! I’ve put my foot into bigger holes than this before and never once stopped to think about the consequences. But there’s some big consequences here, ain’t there? If only she knew how special she was.. Sigh, stupid feelings.
No, no I need to focus on how I see him... and how I see him is something that I can’t deny, not anymore. It’s gotten to the point that he’s showing up in my dreams every night, each appearance more and more... well... romantic, we’ll say. If I try to work alongside of him like this, then there’s no doubt in my mind that it’ll complicate things like no one’s business. If something happened to him because I wasn’t at the top of my game, then... then I’d never forgive myself, and I’d have every reason to hate myself. But... but isn’t denying myself that chance sort of the same thing? Hating myself, I mean. Don’t I want to be happy?
Of course I know the answer to my own question brain, we’ve been over this, we are the same person! I’m scared, okay? I’m scared outta my goddamn mind! I’ve already lived through this once, and it didn’t end well. But Natalie isn’t Kaycee... Logic and well, everything, says I should just leave it be. If I tell her and things get.. weird, I don’t think I’d be able to stay around. I don’t think I’d be able to handle it. But my heart says differently. I can’t get her outta my head! My every thought is of her... of how she smells, that smile that seems to light up any room she walks into, all I wanna do is take her into my arms and.. gah. Look at me bein’ all sappy, but I just can’t help it, and frankly with her, I don’t want to.
I can’t help but think-- no, I know that being in his arms like that would make me happy, being able to... to kiss him, and to tell him that I’ve been in love with him since... well, I can’t nail down the exact moment that I fell, but there’s no denying that I have. I also can’t... I can’t keep doing this. I can’t spend another night wondering about what could’ve been, what could be if only I’d be brave. No, I’ve got to do this... consequences be damned.
Okay, that’s it. I can’t take it anymore. Who am I? I’m not some mopey teenager! Since when do I let things like logic stand in the way of what my heart feels? I can’t sit back and keep moaning about the ‘what if’s’ anymore. I came to EUW to get over the what if’s and I’ve done so well at that! No turning back now. If she turns me down, well... it’ll suck. But at least I’ll know! And knowing, as they say, is half the battle. Or something.
I... I’ve got to tell him.
I’m tellin’ her-- and I’m doin’ it tonight.
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The sky is pitch-black as the scene opens up on a beachfront boardwalk, where we find Brandon and Natalie walking at a slow and leisurely pace after dinner at some fancy restaurant, en route to the carnival that is the source of the majority of the light coming off the sidewalk they are walking down. Brandon is dressed in tan khaki dress pants and a white silk shirt, while Natalie is wearing a robin’s blue dress that fits her body quite a bit closer than most of what she owns, a white cardigan worn open over the sweetheart neckline of the bodice. Judging by how they’re both chuckling, they’re in the midst of one of the innumerable conversations that they can have that ignores the proverbial elephant lumbering along behind them.
Brandon: But yeah, we’re just riding along, and all of a sudden Rachel spots this little old couple puttering along in their oldsmobile. She has Adrian drive up to them at a stop light and Rach actually rolls down her window and goes “Excuse me, do you have any grey poupon?” And I’m just like... YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT! But... she did. I almost died laughing.
Natalie giggles, shaking her head.
Natalie: That’s positively tame, compared to the one time that she got me to go to a club with her. I swear to goodness, she walked right up to the biggest guy that she could find and asked him if she could climb him like a tree. He just gave her this look like she had a second head on her shoulder and...
Brandon: Pfftbahahahaha! That’s hilarious!
Brandon shakes his head with a laugh. They stop for a moment to gaze out at the ocean, Brandon steals a glance at her while she’s focused on the moon bouncing off the waves below.
Brandon: Beautiful...
Natalie: Isn’t it, though..?
The blond sighs a bit to herself as she leans on the railing, her head canting to the side.
Natalie: I remember the first time that I ever saw the ocean... heh, Rach almost threw me into it, but I didn’t get upset at her for it. Even though she’s a handful sometimes, there’s no denying that my life’d be... empty without that sort of energy to liven things up, y’know?
It’s her turn to sneak a glance at the Young Gun as he leans on the railing himself, staring at the water, a small smile crossing his lips.
Brandon: Yeah I do...
He tries to steal another peek at her, catching her looking in the process. Her eyes go wide before she looks back out at the water, an awkward silence reigning between them. After a few moments, Natalie takes a deep breath before she speaks.
Natalie: ...Rach isn’t the only on that would make my life empty if they left it, though. There’s, ah, someone else I know that’d just... take all of the color out of the world if they left, if that makes any sense.
Brandon: Th-there is...?
The Young Gun blinks, the Southern Belle blushing a bit as she nods.
Natalie: Yeah... I mean, when I first met them, I didn’t know what to think of them. But as time went on, well...
Afraid to even look over at him, her hand slides across the railing toward his, her breath hitching a bit when she feels that light brush of contact.
Natalie: ...well, I don’t think I can imagine my life without them.
Brandon’s eyes go wide as her hand touches his.
Brandon: And this person... Did uh, they do something monumentally dumb like say, dropping a bucket of water on your head the first time you met them...?
All the more the Southern Belle can do, at first, is go as still as a deer in headlights at being put on the spot, fighting against her nerves to answer aloud... but ultimately, she simply nods. His eyes go wide again, a big smile crossing his face.
Brandon: I ah... I have a person like that too, one I can’t imagine life without anymore. They’re- She’s... incredible. Her smile lights up my day, she’s gorgeous even though she’s too modest to admit it, she’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met and I can’t get her out of my head. Not that I even wanna try anymore...
A faint, almost sad smile tugs at her lips as the blond... is the one to miss the cues this time around. Par for the course, really.
Natalie: Y-Yes, well... she’s a very lucky woman.
Brandon chuckles weakly, before lightly squeezing her outstretched hand.
Brandon: ...I was talkin’ about you, silly.
Her eyes go wide as she visibly jolts at this revelation, looking over at him with unabashed surprise.
Natalie: ...m-me? Really? But I’m just--
Brandon: --What you are is... perfect. I’ve been in love with you since that one night at the airport and I can’t hold it back anymore...
All the more that she can do in the face of this revelation is just... stand there, her mind clearly trying to process what she’s just been told while trying to convince herself that yes, Natalie, this is really happening. Clearly flustered, she tries to speak-- but all that comes out?.
Natalie: I-- b-but you, and... and... I....
He takes a deep breath trying to calm his own nerves as he turns toward her, his hand shaking slightly as he still has a hold of hers. He turns her toward him, staring into her eyes.
Brandon: Hey, Nat, it’s okay... it’s--
Before he can react, the blond gives up on trying to speak, letting her actions speak for her in the form of surging forward and lightly, gently pressing her lips to his. His eyes go wide at this development, but it doesn’t take long before he’s kissing her back. Pulling away, she gulps softly before finally finding her words.
Natalie: ...I love you, too.
The Young Gun’s eyes light up upon hearing that.
Brandon: I’ve... dreamed of the day I’d hear you say that. But those didn’t compare to the real thing.
She chuckles weakly.
Natalie: You’re not the only one...
He smiles, before leaning in to kiss her again, reluctantly pulling away after a few moments.
Brandon: Seriously, I love you. I love everything about you and I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop saying that now.
Natalie: Aww.... well then, I suppose it’s a good thing that I don’t want you to stop, isn’t it?
Lightly squeezing his hand, she smiles up at him.
Brandon: Indeed.
He chuckles, smiling back at her. A comfortable silence reigns for a moment between the new couple before the blond changes the subject to something that needs to be addressed and dealt with so that they may return to enjoying each others’ company.
Natalie: I do know something that I would like to stop, though. If Mister Rivera were half as concerned about a fair and sound competitive environment, then surely he would get rid of Mister Viper’s friends.
Brandon: Yeah it’s pretty ridiculous how one guy gets to have six people in his corner at once, even if he barely ever wins with those six people in his corner. But think of it this way... now we get to celebrate our new love by stomping two of them into the mat!
The Young Gun flashes that trademark grin. The Southern Belle, on the other hand...
Natalie: ...do we have to? Do that to celebrate, I mean.
Brandon: Oh we’ll do other... more fun things to celebrate too! But after those weak attempts to jump both of us last show, they need a good tag team beat down.
Natalie: I think handing them a nice, big slice of humble pie would be far better for them.
Brandon: That’s kinda--
Natalie: And to be sure they get all of it they need? We’re going to cram every last crumb of it down their ever-loving throats.
Brandon’s brow quirks a bit before he chuckles again.
Brandon: Damn skippy we are!
The Southern Belle nods.
Natalie: Usually, it takes quite a bit to get me to that point... but no one messes with the people that I care about. I could care less if you attack me, insult me, or any of that stuff since I can-- and will-- make things right in the middle of the ring, which is where it matters. Your leader, Mister Viper, may have gotten the best of me when we got into the ring last time... but rest assured, he won’t be able to pull that off again. That aside, the moment that you two decided to go after the man I love for just evening the odds? That made things personal, something that never ends well for the people that cross that line. Don’t believe me? Ask Sloan Sawyer.
Brandon: Aww...
The Young Gun smiles, squeezing her hand before getting back to business.
Brandon: Yeah that goes about the same for me, only y’know, switch the roles. Or in terms even you simpletons can understand...
Natalie woman I love. My Girlfriend. Noooo touchie! You touchie I break your face...ie. See what I’m gettin’ at is like Nat I don’t LIKE when people go after the people I care about. I mean did you really think I was gonna sit back and just let you asshats beat her down? Nuh uh, doesn’t work like that. Even if I didn’t have the feelings I do for her she’d still be a friend and I still woulda done the same thing. And then when you decided to try and interrupt my big moment, well, that just sealed your fate.
Natalie: And it is a fate that I do not envy you, not in the slightest. Not only are you dealing with a Hardkore champion that does Hardkore World proud--
Brandon: --but you’re also dealing with a soon-to-be-Lionheart Champion with more badassery in her smallest toe than all SEVEN of ya combined!
A slight blush paints her cheeks as she leans her head against his shoulder.
Natalie: Flatterer..
Brandon: I only speak truth.
Natalie: Y-Yeah, well... a-anyway, what I was going to say before being interrupted? You’re also facing off against a proven tag-team that’s taken down larger-- and better-- men.
Brandon: I dunno that one match counts as a proven tag team... but I’m sure these two will try to play it off like they can beat us because we’re just two random people teamed together and they’re a whole unit when that just... isn’t true at all. All the time we’ve spent together recently, even if we’ve only had one match as a team it feels like a lot more, we’re just as a much of a team as you two goons are, the only difference is when we are two free-thinking individuals while you two are a couple of yes men for your drunken Irish dork of a leader. He says jump you say ‘how high,’ he says ‘off that cliff’ you go ‘durr okay boss sure you’re the boss!” He says “hey go jump that blond chick after my match’ and you two just go and do it without thinking of the consequences! Well now the consequences have to come to kick your ass, and I for one can’t wait.
Natalie: Nor can I, sugah... nor can I. As I said before, it’s what goes on in that ring that matters at the end of the day-- and I don’t give a good gosh darn what you boys pull before the bell rings, you’re in for a rude awakening once it does. For all that you like to tout your chaotic nature, we’ve got the advantage once the order that the rules provide come into play.
Brandon: That’s because in that ring the two of us are better than all seven of you, and every win we’ve gotten we’ve EARNED! We don’t need six other guys out there to help us, all we need is our fists and our feet and our god-given talent! You can bring five other guys or you can bring five bazillion other guys it ain’t gonna matter once we step through those ropes. The amount of times Roy’s little skank calls Natalie names and begs him to let her destroy her doesn’t matter--
Natalie: Since let’s be perfectly blunt, my record against members of my own sex is just as impressive as against men, if not moreso.
Brandon: Damn right. Like I was sayin’, in that ring I don’t fear any of ya, because all seven of you are a bunch of clowns who can’t do things on your own, that’s why there are SEVEN of you, whileI know that Nat and I have gotten every win we’ve gotten through hard work and determination, the same hard work and determination that’s going to see us through THIS all the same!
Natalie: .And by the time we’re done? All you’ll see are the overhead lights.
Natalie turns to Brandon, a bit of a cheeky grin on her face, clearly waiting for him to respond. They share a look before he turns back to the camera.
Brandon: Believe it!
Brandon turns back to her and grins, which causes Natalie to giggle before leaning up and kissing his cheek.
Natalie: So... ah... What should we do now?
The blond blushes a bit as she looks up at the man she loves, the man who loves her right back. Brandon smiles back at her before glancing over at something.
Brandon: Well... we still have that carnival to check out. Might as well make it a real date and go have some fun before we ah... have some other fun.
He smirks, which only makes her blush brighter before nodding and taking his hand again.
Natalie: T-that sounds like a plan. Lead the way, sugah.
The Young Gun nods, squeezing her hand lightly before leading them off towards the carnival. The screen starts to fade out as they walk.
Brandon: Gonna win you ALL the prizes!
Natalie: Aww, such a sweetheart...
The Southern Belle giggles before leaning her head against his shoulder, the scene fading to black as they head to the entrance of the carnival arm-in-arm, content in each other’s arms, having finally admitted their feelings and knowing now that they are even better team than they started this week as, which means bad things for those who would seek to get in their way.