Kirsten Scott vs. Scott Reed

[Konrad Raab]

Steel Cage Match

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET FRIDAY, September 6, 2024 (Show will be advertised as if taking place on Saturday, September 7 to avoid NFL Kickoff)

[Konrad Raab]

I've edited this post to match the deadline so this thread won't have to be made again.

[Huddie]

Manchester by the Scott, 001

[Huddie]

Manchester by the Scott, 002

[TheOne]

{NEHEMIAH: Chapter Three}

There are times things happen and you're faced with tough decisions.  You're forced to say yes, my friend is my friend, or no, this person sees the best for me in the grander scheme of things.  And it hits you.  It hits you hard.  And it's where I sit today...

Hailey, the one person I've had full trust in, in my life, being told by Pro and Jake Starr, two outsiders, that she can be part of this "something bigger," or not...

Hailey, again, the ONE PERSON, I've ever given my full faith and trust into, being forced to faced something so personal to her, that being love, or being willing to set it aside so dhe can still remain by my side, and be my most loyal of supporters...

I have ultimately been put in a situation where both ideas create a situation that comes out negatively for me, if I cannot find a medium where everyone sees the same outcome.  And I don't like those situations.  I've been in the middle of situations my entire life.  My parents USED me to get their swinger friends to agree to their sexual plights, and I had to play the role until the day came where I called "The One" out, and took his position of authority.  It's always been me in the middle...

Now for some... That may sound like someone whining.  That may sound like a person saying "poor me, poor pitiful me," but it isn't.  Both situations happened independently and I was just the unlucky person to be stuck in the midst, and my frustrations and my inability to know where I go, what is next, or who to believe, is simply called into question.  It's why I don't air this grievances publicly.  Instead, I keep them inside.  I keep them buried because it's not fair to the world to believe that I am a victim of something, I, well, effectively, created myself.  I didn't have to buddy up with Hailey.  I could have just conformed to the beliefs of "The One," and we would still be at a status quo of what was, today.

I would still be, most likely, considered a "kid" in the eyes of "The Compound," and relegated to the ward where the other kids were.  And if I hadn't listened to Hailey, I'd probably just be playing games online still, minding my own business, ignoring anyone who approached me, but instead I didn't.  I took a road less traveled in that world, and I let Hailey guide me to the reality of what was actually happening.  It led me to becoming who I am today, and I can't deny that.  I can't be angry at that.  It has led to me becoming the WOMAN I was destined to become, with a purpoae that was far greater than anything I could have seen before me...

But the problem is... Hailey and I no longer seem to see eye to eye...

The problem is... Hailey seems to believe she's in my shoes, stuck between a rock and a hard place...

She believes that if she doesn't just bend the knee, she will have her head severed, and everything she's come to care about will no longer matter...

And that leads back to me... Because in the end, in her eyes, I am the one wielding the sword.  I am the one who gives her the ability to live her life, or kiss everything she's grown passionate about goodbye...

And that's where I ask the world... Do you want that power?  Do you want that authority?  Do you believe you have the competence to take aware everything someone has willing worked for, just so they can have their personal utopia?  Because the fact is, I don't.  I don't believe I have any right to take someone's happiness from them for any reason, and yes, that goes against who I was as "The One," but that's when I say, and I argue, that sometimes, some people grow a conscience.  They may have never had to have one in the past because it was DECIDED for them.

Hell, I never got a choice...

Until now...

And I am realizing that with all of the FEELING surrounding Hailey, all of her frustration that she may be on the "outs" of everything WE did TOGETHER, she deserves to know that there is a conscience within me willing to fight, not just for me, but for her as well.  And I'm done believing it's me against the world.  Because it isn't.  That's what this "greater being," this "bigger reason," whatever you call it, is about.  It's not just about me.  I may be that firestarter, but I am not the emblazoned flame.  And it's time I rrealize that.  It's time I help Hailey realize that.  Because if, in the end, THIS FIRE BURNS in a way that changes the landscape, I've done my part... Even as the initial embers of the bigger flame.

So now I set forth, not as the blaze, but simply as "Prodigy" stated... The Firestarter...

As Hailey sits on their back porch, smoking, the door opens and Kirsten walks out as well.

Kirsten Scott: Can we talk?

Hailey Brooks: Sure, what's up?

Kirsten Scott: I wanted to talk to you about us, professionally, personally, everything...

Hailey exhales smoke.

Hailey Brooks: Alright... Let's have it...

Kirsten Scott: There's no, "having it," like it's going to be a lecture.  The truth is, I've done a lot of thinking and I owe you a legit apology.  I owe you an apology for knowing that I've been making you feel like I own you, and I rule your life.  I owe you an apology for taking offense to something I didn't know all of the details on.  I owe you an apology for making you feel like you, at any point, were indebted to me forever.

Hailey is stunned by the apology.  Her jaw legitimately drops.

Kirsten Scott: ... The truth is, I need you in my life.  As my friend.  As my partner in crime.  And I feared that you dating Ethan was going to tak that away from me.  And the whole thing with Jake Starr, if I hadn't reacted to the Ethan situation like I did, would have been able to be explained a lot easier.  It would have been something we could have worked on together from the start.  But I feared the fact that I was about to be alone, so I just set off on my own to figure out what it was about, and if it was worth my time.

Hailey Brooks: Kirsten, I never had any intention of going anywhere.  Neither does or did Ethan.  We have our relationship and it is something we are keeping private so as not to distract from us as a personal group living together, him and his sister's relationship, our relationship, and also the professional side of things.  We don't "hide," we just don't try to make anyone feel uncomfortable.  And I should have been straight forward from the start, too.  So for that, I apologize...

Kirsten Scott: No... You don't get to apologize because you didn't do anything wrong.  You and Ethan are adults, and simply are living as such.  You didn't betray me like I acted.  This isn't on you.  You were being true to yourself, and I failed you as a friend for not just appreciating you finally getting a chance to be happy.  I should have appreciated that and been happy for you but I was a cunt.  I was unfair to you, so I want to make a proposition...

Hailey, feeling the honesty from her best friend for the first time in a long time, feels like the tension needs to be broken.

Hailey Brooks: I'm sorry, you're still not my type...

Kirsten chuckles and drops her head as a smile sneaks onto her face.  She finally looks back up.

Kirsten Scott: Well shit, there goes my birthday gift to myself...

Hailey chuckles as well.

Kirsten Scott: I propose we forget this tension.  Truly start fresh.  Not bring it up.  Not dwell on it.  Not let it impact what we have going forward.  Instead, I bring you up to speed with everything I know professionally, you tell me about your life with Ethan, while we have stupid girl talk, and for once not have to be two badass bitches fighting the boys for who is superior?  For once, we both drop our guards and play catchup in a happy way, instead of this nonsense tension we have been having to slice with a fucking guillotine?

Hailey Brooks: One condition...

Kirsten Scott: I'm listening...

Hailey Brooks: I get to pick out the ice cream flavor you vanilla bitch...

Kirsten's eyes widen.

Kirsten Scott: Wow, you basic bun and meat only eating hamburger hussy...

Both laugh which is a stark contrarian sound to what normally is heard, and Emma, in her infinite empathic nature knows something good happened and she is nosy.  She makes a b-line for the back door, and joins the pair on the balcony.

Emma Taylor: Everything ok?

Kirsten Scott: You like ice cream?

With those words, the three girls decide to make a run to the store for snacks and some much needed therapy time together, hoping to start over, start fresh, and correct the ship on their personal and professional lives.