Post by Noble Savage on Aug 8, 2018 18:34:52 GMT -5
The scene opens up with the twist of a faucet handle and a stream of tap water hitting the hands of Noble Savage. She brings her open palms up and splashes her face with her wet hands, then runs them down her face gently with her eyes closed. The cornered style of this sink, makes her have to look slightly right to face herself. Her eyes open wide and stare into her reflection in the mirror of this brightly-lit ladies room. She lets the water drip carelessly down her pale face and dark lips, as her eye shadow and liner create a slight blur of a mess underneath her eyes. The low raspy tone of her voice emits a bile sigh before she hisses her next words...
"Pathetic... Simply pathetic!"
She shifts her eyes toward the adjacent mirror on the left, her eyebrows let up and her voice becomes more monotone now.
"I thought he had you."
She glances back to the right. A sinful grin washes over her. Her voice goes up an octave.
"I knew he didn't."
She now turns toward the left mirror again, and the smile on her face drops to a deadpan stare. The low growl of her voice returns.
"It was my first match. Ever. And you know what... I actually liked it. I was hoping for a more satisfying beating, but to be honest, even though it isn't what I needed at the moment, it definitely gave me something else to want. This isn't just a sport, it is the art pugilism. Inflicting pain on an individual can be an art form, and I like that."
"You like what?! I thought what you wanted was to have me beaten out you. You wanted the Savage gone, but it didn't work out quite that way did it?"
"No. It turned out to be quite the opposite.Twinkle-Toes actually made me weaker, and now I feel your presence stronger. It was the Noble that became more dormant, not the Savage."
"So, now I can move on to bigger and better things."
"Literally."
"Literally?"
"He's six foot eight."
"Who is?"
"My next opponent... Night Rider."
"What?!"
At that moment, an overweight middle-aged woman comes out from one of the stalls. Her curly short hair and thick bottle-bottom glasses almost look like a cheap halloween costume. This lady approaches the sink next to Noble Savage and looks at her perplexed.
"Excuse me, young lady. I don't mean to be nosey, but... Who are you talking to?"
Noble Savage looks at the Brillo-haired lady sideways with disgust.
"Obviously, not you."
"Ugh! The nerve..."
The stranger just collects herself and hurries out the door. Yes, just like that, without washing her hands. Noble Savage rolls her eyes and returns her attention to her reflection.
"But seriously, our next opponent is a car?!"
"A ca-- A car? Why would you ev-- I mean-- Do you even listen to yourself?!"
"I listen to you."
"Obviously, you don't! And that's I took it easy on Sparkles because I was hoping he'd beat us hard enough for you to leave, but instead you're messing with me even more now! So taking it easy on him was not exactly the best decision I ever made!"
She punches the mirror now, creating a spidercrack on the glass.
"WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!!"
She stares at the mirror with intense heavy breathing and a sinister smile on her face. The self-staredown continues for a few seconds, until suddenly a ceiling light pops. This makes Noble Savage's facial expression go from fiendish to petrified in a split second. She looks up and now notices that all the other ceiling lights are flickering and making a strange buzzing sound.
"Is... That what I think it is...?"
"Oh... Dear..."
Among the flickering of the bathroom lights a total blackout occurs for a second and lights return to a visible dim. Lady Abernathy is now standing directly behind Noble Savage, who looks at herself in the mirror once again, this time with hesitant fear.
"Ugh.. Utah here I come, I guess."
Noble Savage submissively puts her down and to the side, exposing her neck. Lady Abernathy raises a large metallic needle and stabs it into the side of Noble Savage's throat. Noble Savage now visibly passes out, and Lady Abernathy catches her. She drags the unconscious Noble Savage out of the bathroom as our scene fades to black.
"Pathetic... Simply pathetic!"
She shifts her eyes toward the adjacent mirror on the left, her eyebrows let up and her voice becomes more monotone now.
"I thought he had you."
She glances back to the right. A sinful grin washes over her. Her voice goes up an octave.
"I knew he didn't."
She now turns toward the left mirror again, and the smile on her face drops to a deadpan stare. The low growl of her voice returns.
"It was my first match. Ever. And you know what... I actually liked it. I was hoping for a more satisfying beating, but to be honest, even though it isn't what I needed at the moment, it definitely gave me something else to want. This isn't just a sport, it is the art pugilism. Inflicting pain on an individual can be an art form, and I like that."
"You like what?! I thought what you wanted was to have me beaten out you. You wanted the Savage gone, but it didn't work out quite that way did it?"
"No. It turned out to be quite the opposite.Twinkle-Toes actually made me weaker, and now I feel your presence stronger. It was the Noble that became more dormant, not the Savage."
"So, now I can move on to bigger and better things."
"Literally."
"Literally?"
"He's six foot eight."
"Who is?"
"My next opponent... Night Rider."
"What?!"
At that moment, an overweight middle-aged woman comes out from one of the stalls. Her curly short hair and thick bottle-bottom glasses almost look like a cheap halloween costume. This lady approaches the sink next to Noble Savage and looks at her perplexed.
"Excuse me, young lady. I don't mean to be nosey, but... Who are you talking to?"
Noble Savage looks at the Brillo-haired lady sideways with disgust.
"Obviously, not you."
"Ugh! The nerve..."
The stranger just collects herself and hurries out the door. Yes, just like that, without washing her hands. Noble Savage rolls her eyes and returns her attention to her reflection.
"But seriously, our next opponent is a car?!"
"A ca-- A car? Why would you ev-- I mean-- Do you even listen to yourself?!"
"I listen to you."
"Obviously, you don't! And that's I took it easy on Sparkles because I was hoping he'd beat us hard enough for you to leave, but instead you're messing with me even more now! So taking it easy on him was not exactly the best decision I ever made!"
She punches the mirror now, creating a spidercrack on the glass.
"WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!!"
She stares at the mirror with intense heavy breathing and a sinister smile on her face. The self-staredown continues for a few seconds, until suddenly a ceiling light pops. This makes Noble Savage's facial expression go from fiendish to petrified in a split second. She looks up and now notices that all the other ceiling lights are flickering and making a strange buzzing sound.
"Is... That what I think it is...?"
"Oh... Dear..."
Among the flickering of the bathroom lights a total blackout occurs for a second and lights return to a visible dim. Lady Abernathy is now standing directly behind Noble Savage, who looks at herself in the mirror once again, this time with hesitant fear.
"Ugh.. Utah here I come, I guess."
Noble Savage submissively puts her down and to the side, exposing her neck. Lady Abernathy raises a large metallic needle and stabs it into the side of Noble Savage's throat. Noble Savage now visibly passes out, and Lady Abernathy catches her. She drags the unconscious Noble Savage out of the bathroom as our scene fades to black.
