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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2017 13:31:21 GMT -5
4.3 // NEW DISEASE: BREAKING THE HABIT
••••• ♫: "Breaking the Habit" -- Linkin Park July 20th, 2017 Tokyo Airspace -- 11:20 PM.
“Once again, we would like to welcome to United Airlines Flight 1780 from Tokyo to Denver..”
Finn sat back in his bulwark seat, staring out the window of the 787 jet that would return him to the United States. The seat next to him was occupied by a rather butch woman with a hard face that could probably curdle milk. For the next eleven hours, he would be seated next to this chick, and he could already tell that she probably was going to cause issues. After all, she’d traded her first class seat for this one.
He could see the blue strands of his wife’s hair seated in the traded seat in front of him.
It took all of him, right now, to be an adult and ignore her. If she was going to be childish, fucking let her -- he didn’t have time or the energy to deal with her right now. In a few days, he would be competing again. If she was going to be mad at him because he finally put his foot down, then whatever. She could deal. There was more to worry about than his up-and-down relationship with Aaron: it all fell down to Tuesday, at So-Cal World War. The Ultraviolent Championship. TLC Match.
If he made it there with his neck still attached to his shoulders.
He flipped open his laptop, staring at the machine as it came to life. The stewardesses floated up and down the aisle, doing their job. He ignored them too. He opened up his calendar, stared at the dates that were there and the appointments made, before shutting that down. The internet was free on the international flights now, so he used it to his advantage.
Still nothing from Crosslin. But that was to be expected, honestly, what with Sam still being in the hospital from what any of them knew. He halfheartedly wished the California Condor would open his mouth for thirteen seconds so that he could at least respond. He thought about what he could do. He could sleep, but there was no point. Not right now. He’d never been able to sleep on planes. What was left, then? Had Aaron not been a royal cunt right now, he'd at least have someone to converse with. But that was a negative on that front, and clearly would stay that way until So-Cal World War.
A ding sounded on his computer and his eyes flashed to the words that appeared upon his screen when he clicked the message open, his brow furrowing instantly. He began replying, fingers flying across the keys.
UNKNOWN: How's the view from thirty-two thousand feet?
Callien: Who is this?UNKNOWN: Pains me to see you don't have me already in your contacts. You should. You keep everyone else in there that is very much useless to you. Like Little Girl Blue in First Class.Callien: Who the fuck is this?!UNKNOWN: You wound me. A word of advice, Finn Whelan. There is always danger lurking out of every corner. When you go out to your match for So-Cal World War, you must do so with the utmost sense of honor and respect that you can muster. Reece Crosslin will be looking for more a fight than you can ever imagine.UNKNOWN: Samantha Baltimore sat on a wall Samantha Baltimore had a great fall Whelan and Crosslin fought valiantly to the end But nothing could put Samantha back together again
UNKNOWN: But how valiantly do you fight?UNKNOWN: Who do you fight for?
UNKNOWN: Do you fight for yourself, or do you fight for others?UNKNOWN: The Finn Whelan of a year ago fought for others, and look where that's gotten him. Failed title runs, resentment, irritation. You gain the chance and squander it the second you actually try to make something of yourself. You place your trust in others to make sure you get to where you think you've gotten on your own, but you cannot even begin to fathom the strings at work, the threads of fate being woven by others on a better path than you are.UNKNOWN: Take Reece Crosslin, for one. The man sees you as a threat only because of someone else's choices. Because of you, his pregnant wife is on the verge of death.Callien: Are you telling me that Kei killed Sam Baltimore?UNKNOWN: Your mentor, Kyodai? Now I take offense to that |
Kei. Kei was on this fucking aircraft. Finn sat up in his chair abruptly and turned his head to look behind him, scanning the sea of faces for the one who knew so very well. It didn't appear, didn't arrive in his vision with a pleased as shit smirk on its lips. But still, he rose to his feet, scouring the plane for that face. A blonde man of Kei's height and stature appeared out of the corner of his eye, heading to the restroom. Finn's eyes narrowed, and he began stalking up the aisle. If he got the chance to put his hands around his mentor's neck, he probably wouldn't let go until his face was deprived of oxygen. People stared at him as he moved down the hall -- he must have had a sick expression on his face because they were giving him the strangest looks. He ignored them. He caught up with the man, and grabbed his shoulder. " Hey!" It wasn't Kei. " Sorry." Finn apologized, backing away. The irritation that'd risen so quickly was gone by the time he sat down again in his seat. He looked at his laptop, and ire burned maliciously through him once more. UNKNOWN: You'll not find me on this plane. You'll not find me anywhere, Kyodai. But I want you to listen, and listen well. Crosslin is much faster than you. But you know that. He is more skilled than you. But you know that. What are you that he is not? Focused. Determined. Stronger. Your goal sits in front of you, and you shouldn't squander it because you care too much about your baggage. You need to break your habits. The good. The bad. Become better. Violent.
UNKNOWN: I thought Elena knew you better. I was wrong. No one knows you as well as I do. I've seen the anger you hold within your composure. You need to let it go. Serenity will not win you a title. Anger will. Anger will put Crosslin through tables. Anger will destroy him. You know how to find it, so bring it out.
UNKNOWN: You and I have worked too hard to have you screw up, Finn. So, the Shinigami have called for an eradication of your distraction. It's more important that you succeed than it is to worry about your troubles. Dominate. Destroy Crosslin. Become Champion. You have everything in you to do so. You are more like me than you'll ever admit, but it's true. You have the ability to turn Crosslin inside out. So do it. Become the face of So-Cal.
UNKNOWN: Just. Let. Go.
Callien: Fuck off.
DISCONNECTED. |
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