Pool of Booze, Booze, Booza
Sept 18, 2016 2:09:20 GMT
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Post by Jason Kaine on Sept 18, 2016 2:09:20 GMT
**OOC: So this is just a short little explanation of my picbase change and the separation of Jason Kaine and his wife. Enjoy!**
"Oh so you're just going to leave me with the biggest match I've ever had in a long fucking time just days away?!"
[Normally, this would be the sound of an argument between a husband and wife having issues but right now it was just one angry, hurt man yelling at the walls of his empty house with a half filled bole of Jack Daniels Black Label Whiskey in one hand and a half lit cigarette in the other. His other half had actually left the day before and now he was trying to get past his pain the only way he knew how.]
Jason Kaine: "Dumb bitch. I don't need her anyway. Wasn't like it was her who won all those matches before anyway."
[Jason hadn't seen all this coming, he was too focused on other things to notice the distance growing between Roxxanne and him. His mind was too full of thoughts of mystery opponents and chasing championship gold to see the way the look in her eyes had changed when she looked at him or the way her kiss had become cold and routine rather than warm, loving and spontaneous and now he was left alone. All he had left of her at that moment was the note he had found on the kitchen table.]
"Oh so you're just going to leave me with the biggest match I've ever had in a long fucking time just days away?!"
[Normally, this would be the sound of an argument between a husband and wife having issues but right now it was just one angry, hurt man yelling at the walls of his empty house with a half filled bole of Jack Daniels Black Label Whiskey in one hand and a half lit cigarette in the other. His other half had actually left the day before and now he was trying to get past his pain the only way he knew how.]
Jason Kaine: "Dumb bitch. I don't need her anyway. Wasn't like it was her who won all those matches before anyway."
[Jason hadn't seen all this coming, he was too focused on other things to notice the distance growing between Roxxanne and him. His mind was too full of thoughts of mystery opponents and chasing championship gold to see the way the look in her eyes had changed when she looked at him or the way her kiss had become cold and routine rather than warm, loving and spontaneous and now he was left alone. All he had left of her at that moment was the note he had found on the kitchen table.]
Jason,
I don't really know how to say this but this is the end. I'm sorry I didn't have the strength to say this directly to you but I was afraid if I saw pain in your eyes I wouldn't be able to do what I feel I had to do. For five years now I've watched you tear yourself apart in a ring for crowds of people you insisted on antagonizing while still putting them before me. I know you don't think you were but I think that only makes it worse. How could you not realize it? Honestly, I don't think you'd realize it if I had video evidence. I mean for God's sake you have more pictures of you in a ring than of us together in your office. Look, I tried to be there for you all that I could but I can't do it anymore. We should have seen this coming when we started dating but I guess we were just too caught up in the fast living. You still are. I'm sorry but you're going to have to go alone for now on. It's time I put myself first. I hope you eventually learn that you can't look at love from the outside looking in.
-Roxxanne
I don't really know how to say this but this is the end. I'm sorry I didn't have the strength to say this directly to you but I was afraid if I saw pain in your eyes I wouldn't be able to do what I feel I had to do. For five years now I've watched you tear yourself apart in a ring for crowds of people you insisted on antagonizing while still putting them before me. I know you don't think you were but I think that only makes it worse. How could you not realize it? Honestly, I don't think you'd realize it if I had video evidence. I mean for God's sake you have more pictures of you in a ring than of us together in your office. Look, I tried to be there for you all that I could but I can't do it anymore. We should have seen this coming when we started dating but I guess we were just too caught up in the fast living. You still are. I'm sorry but you're going to have to go alone for now on. It's time I put myself first. I hope you eventually learn that you can't look at love from the outside looking in.
-Roxxanne
[Jason had read that note over and over again, each time being even more and more intoxicated. Now it lye in the same sink as all his hair, crumpled into a ball. He didn't exactly why he had shaved his head. It was probably the alcohol telling him it was a good idea but now he sat on the front steps of his large, dark house rubbing his now smooth head and choking down another cigarette. Perhaps in the front of his mind this was a sort of therapy but deep down in his subconscious he knew this was masochism it's finest. This was punishment for his sins and he would realize this come morning as he dragged himself into his car with a raging hangover and made his way to the airport but for right now he was going to rant. He flicked his cigarette into the yard and stood up. He was dressed in the same black dress slacks he had come home in the day before but had lost his shirt and jacket somewhere along the way. He took a long drink from his bottle and stepped back inside, the sound of the door shutting behind him echoing through the three floors of his home. This sound seemed to be the final straw as he fell to his knees and let out a bellow of pure rage. Like a mad man he began slamming his fist into the white tile floor over and over again, the bottle of whiskey lying on its side next to him. Eventually he stopped as he saw blood beginning to spray onto the floor. This only seemed to make him angrier as he jumped up, grabbed his bottle and threw it at this front door, causing it to shatter. He looked down at his hand and saw the splits running across his knuckles and the fresh blood leaking out. Luckily he couldn't see bone so the damage wasn't too bad and would only need to be wrapped up. That wasn't really on his mind at that moment.]
Jason Kaine: "That bitch almost cost me my fucking hand!"
[His words were heavily slurred and his balance was very off. Jason turned and began walking up the stairs to what was now only his bedroom. The sight of his own blood had gave him some sense of sobriety that was just enough to remind him of his flight the next morning and that right now he had to sleep or else "that bitch" would have cost him more than some split knuckles. Right now when he said that he had meant his now future ex-wife but in reality the "bitch" was the person slamming their own fist into the ground and deep down he knew it. He pushed these creeping thoughts aside and stumbled onto his second floor landing, immediately beginning to throw up. After a few moments he wiped his mouth, stepped over the puddle and kept walking. He disappeared into the deeper parts of the house where a door could heard slamming. It was time to rest. Victory was waiting.]
Jason Kaine: "That bitch almost cost me my fucking hand!"
[His words were heavily slurred and his balance was very off. Jason turned and began walking up the stairs to what was now only his bedroom. The sight of his own blood had gave him some sense of sobriety that was just enough to remind him of his flight the next morning and that right now he had to sleep or else "that bitch" would have cost him more than some split knuckles. Right now when he said that he had meant his now future ex-wife but in reality the "bitch" was the person slamming their own fist into the ground and deep down he knew it. He pushed these creeping thoughts aside and stumbled onto his second floor landing, immediately beginning to throw up. After a few moments he wiped his mouth, stepped over the puddle and kept walking. He disappeared into the deeper parts of the house where a door could heard slamming. It was time to rest. Victory was waiting.]
