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| Jay Wildman | Mar 5 2011, 11:55 PM Post #1 |
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In a retirement home
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I have been through many things in my life, many ups and downs which gave my life meaning and character. They weren't always the best and the brightest. I never discovered the cure for cancer or took down buildings in the name of a god I didn't really believe in. I never thought I would lose so much in one day and gain so much the next. My life is normal and ye it is abnormal because of it. Everyone has their keystone moment, something they can point to and say it was the moment they changed forever. The moment for me was winning the World heavyweight title, only because it had eluded me for so long. I could hang my hat on it for the rest of my days, knowing I accomplished the one thing I really set my mind to. However, this didn't come without its own consequences. I didn't realize how hard it would be to hold onto the title, much less end up being a footnote in the larger scheme of things. Sure, winning the title is fantastic, there would be no other feeling in the world I would trade it in for at this moment in my life. It's just holding onto it... I grumbled a bit as I started shuffling on my knees down the line. The gravel in the pathway bit into my skin, causing some pain in my injured limb. I thought about getting my knee pads out from the shed but since I was in a hurry and didn't want to waste any time in searching for them, I just started getting down to the task at hand. I felt the early Spring sun glare down upon my neck and exposed shoulders as I reached out with my hand, grabbed a hold of the stem and pulled as hard as I could. I was gardening, you perverts! I grumbled as I pulled a huge bunch of weeds from the soil where my prized plants grew. They were almost choked out by the horrid little space eaters; sucking away all the nutrients, moisture and sunlight and almost killing off my garden at the same time. Of course, I could have prevented this earlier if I didn't have so much on my plate. It didn't help the previous owner of this home didn't take care of it either, being far too paranoid about the Nevada state government trying to read her mind while out in the real world. I had often wondered why the house payment she offered was in small, untraceable bills. Each time I pulled a weed from the ground, I could hear the root snapping off before being removed. I cursed the sound, it meant even if I dealt with it now I would have to deal with it again later. I could go through and till up the soil, move the plants into a pot until I could ferret out the roots but it would take far too much time, effort and expenses to do something along those lines. Instead, I steadied my nerves and went after another lot of weeds, hearing the snapping of roots along the way. I was about ready to scream in frustration when I heard the angelic laughter of my assistant behind me, sitting in her lounge chair and drinking one of her mixers while wearing her bikini. "Sounds like even the mighty Jay Wildman can be beat by something as simple as a root. This is far too good to miss, please keep trying!" I shook my head in disgust, not because she was mocking my efforts but because she was right. These damned things had it in for me, it would take years for me to try and correct the mistakes of the person responsible before me. "You know, I think you're starting to get sunburn. You might want to head in and get something to cover up your pale white skin." "I'll have you know I'm one eighth Turkish on my mother's side, thank you very much!" "So does this mean you'll be a cooked turkey by the time you stop sunbathing?" "Shut up and go back to your weeding, oh great green thumb gardener. Some of us have to work on something important like keeping my color looking good so I can do those press junkets for you." I shook my head again, this time laughing at the humorous exchange between us. After the Grimnir mask was "retired", I could feel my old self retuning every day. Sure, my old self was an asshole at the best times and a cranky emo retread at the worst but it was still me and I could accept it. It had been a long time since I saw the hallucinations or heard the voices in my head. I had even turned down the medication flow, trying to limit my exposure to it while still using it to get better every day. Another weed snapped off in my hand, this time I only managed to take out the bright yellow flower. I grumbled again, looking at the large clover formation with disgust until I noticed this was quite analogous to the status of sVo today. I never know where these analogies come from and I don't think I ever want to but at least I was able to tie in even the most mundane things into my job. Maybe I needed more medication than I thought. Each of these weeds represented the new people we seemed to get every day. I could walk through the casino and venue and never notice one familiar face until a few moments before the show even started. They all were far too new for me to get to know since I didn't think some of them would last for a while. There was nothing worse than getting attached to someone and then leave you high and dry along the way. Some of them have seem to taken root so deep they will never go away and they swarm the already established members in the federation thinking they can get some sort of recognition this way. Some of them don't know about the hard work and dedication it takes to become an established member, the sweat and tears one had to shed to even get mentioned in the sea of bodies out there. It didn't stop them from trying and perhaps they might become prized members of this garden, much like those blue roses which I had imported from the East Coast. There were other threats I couldn't see, the ones which could undermine the integrity of the garden itself. These were the parasites burrowing underground and ate anything they could get their hands on. They lacked the vision to see what they were doing to the area, much less the vision to try and make a difference. These parasites only leeched from the garden, destroying it from the inside before moving on to destroy another garden elsewhere. It's a good thing I bought some of the Corporate Killer garden care product. It has BBD's seal of approval as well. It made me wonder if there wasn't anything BBD wouldn't whore himself out for. And yes, there were even biblical moments in this garden for I had the pleasure of one visitor who didn't seem to take a hint no matter what I tried to do. This crimson and onyx snake slithered his way into the garden months ago and took a nest by the dead tree at the end of the landscaping. I would hear him hiss a few times, watch him move in and out of his den quick and quiet to take out some of the gophers underneath my feet. He seemed to be a danger but didn't seem to bother me. Until he decided he was brave. I heard Zyrah scream and felt the mixed drink splash against my head and neck. I could hear her feet slapping against the stone patio and listened to her as she jabbered on about my unwanted guest. "God damn it, Jay! I told you to get an exterminator for this little beast! Don't you know he's poisonous?!" "I told you he isn't poisonous but he's stupid enough to think he is. He served a good purpose for my garden since he took care of the gophers but now he wants more. Always the problem with those critters who think they can do more than their ecosystem can allow. Give me the cage; I'll make sure he stays in his place." "No! You get it yourself, there's no way I'm going out there and risk my life just so you can prove a point!" I stood, a sigh escaping my lips as I felt my injured knee protest with a pop. I knew I was getting too old for this kind of crap and yet I still thought I could put up with it for a little while longer. I turned my attention to my guest, who now took on two gophers all alone. One was wrapped around his tail and trying to get away while the other screamed in terror as teeth sunk into its flank. I watched as he quickly killed the one in his mouth before pouncing on the other to finish him off. After the tussle, my guest looked at me with his coal black eyes as if to size me up for an attack. A few tense moments later, the guest started to gulp down his prizes before slithering off with two large lumps in his form. I waited until he returned to his den and then motioned for Zyrah to come back out. "No way, I'm on the phone to the exterminator right now! As far as I'm concerned, the little fucker is dead!" I shrugged my shoulders, shaking my head and resigning myself to the fact my guest will have to suffer a fate worse than death. A woman terrorized. |
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