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muserevival2014-09-15 08:44 pm
headingforsomething) wrote in muserevival2014-09-15 08:44 pm
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Word of the Day 102.
Emasculate
v. 1. to castrate. 2. to deprive of strength or vigor; weaken.
It was supposed to just be a typical night out with her BFF clubbing, laughing, drinking, and pointing out all the guys he shouldn't try to pick up for reasons X, Y, or Z. Not that he would ultimately probably pick anyone up, despite her nudging, because he was polar opposite to her and more (a lot more) on the shy side. But she still liked to make sure that if he did on the off chance, the dude was worthy of her beloved Winnie's peen. Whoever he ultimately settled for, they should be worthy of him. Yes, she was very protective of the people she loved, especially those who she considered brothers from another mother.
They were getting there. Winnie had been doing his awkward 'I'd rather be anywhere but here' shuffle on the dancefloor that was cute but not that unlike dorky dad dancing. If he was drunk enough, he really had the moves, but he wasn't nearly trashed enough to shed the self-consciousness. She wasn't really trying to pull herself either, but if it happened, it would just be the icing on the cake really. She liked partying and letting her hair down, and considering she was unemployed, she needed the stress relief right now. She had taken a breather to order enough drink and flop down in one of the booths, taking the opportunity to text her other BFF, Autumn, and update her on what she was missing out on.
It wasn't failing a well-intended invite, but when Reecy had tried to call her up, she got no answer and they couldn't wait around all night tapping their feet for her to get her finger out and pick up. Reecy liked to tease, so of course she was shooting off a text that taunted her friend with fun and booze. It was just how they functioned. Reecy's idea of fun was rarely conventional and she liked to err on the side of spontaneity more often than not. Winnie was safely at the bar, prime real estate for hooking up and he was eyeing off a hot redhead at the other end of it. Hopefully he would go in for kill, if not, she would be force to go over there and give him a pointed forehead slap.
She was contenting herself with a little text banter with Autumn when she spotted a guy approach Winnie from the opposite direction. Ooooo, this could be even better. At least, until the guy made the mistake of leaning on the bar and showing his face, and Reecy immediately saw red. The guy who should be locked away in the friggen slammer, not out here waving his dick around like the cocky bastard that he had turned out to be. He had seemed so nice at first, in the early days when they were all getting to know each other as the Broadway production kicked off. Then Autumn was coming to her in a panic because she had overheard the dickhead sexual harassing Justin, the lead of the play who happened to be 15 years old and still a minor at the time. He had wanted to intimidate Justin into quitting the role and as the main supporting male role, Paul - the asshole - would be there to step in.
Reecy could barely keep typing in her text messages. She wished Autumn was here so she could share in the redhot fury that was flooding through her just seeing the guy's face. Justin had become like a little brother to both girls over the course of the production, but Reecy hadn't learned until after Justin was in a serious way in the ICU after an attempted overdose that he had been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder just a months before. Apparently the whole sexual assault incident where he tried to get into Justin's pants, Justin had snapped and decked him. Perfect fucking call, as far as Reecy was concerned. But Paul had been so pissed off by the whole thing when the producer didn't immediately remove Justin from the part, that he quit and walked.
What followed all that was a devastating turn of events for Justin, and everyone who cared about him. No one had really seen it coming, and no one knew how tormented the incident had left him, pushing him back to drinking and drug use to try to switch off the mess of thoughts and emotions in his head. So, it was needless to say that Reecy was almost blinded by fury the moment she laid eyes on the asshole dickhead C-word. She wanted him to hurt and without even thinking about it, she was storming across the nightclub, shoving people out of the way to get to him before he tried to lay a hand on her BFF.
As soon as she got there, she pounced on him, angrily shoving him back into the bar. "Get your fucking hands off him, you slimy disgusting excuse for a dickhead!" she spat, getting right up into his face. But she couldn't even give him a chance to respond. She grabbed him firmly by the shoulders and kneed him so hard in the dick that she hoped he couldn't reproduce if he ever tried. And then she punched him. Not once, but twice, and when he fell backwards and hit the floor, she dropped down to straddle over him and punched him again. There was nothing ladylike about anything she was doing, and she didn't care if her skirt was riding up and people saw her underwear. She didn't even care that Paul's blood had splattered all over her favourite outfit.
If Winston hadn't grabbed her and pulled her off him when he did, she probably would have kept right on thumping him. The scathing language she was coming out with too was very much not polite, but courtesy was the last thing this piece of shit deserved. He had tried to sexually assault a minor, harassed him, tried to intimidate him into quitting something he had succeeded in by his own talents. This guy was almost ten years older than Justin, and he was lucky that Reecy didn't vomit on him when she had him pinned to the grimy club floor.
She just never meant to get arrested for it. And now she was sitting in an interview room at the copshop waiting for an attorney. She had sheepishly called up Autumn and begged her to ask Justin's dad - a hotshot attorney in the city - if he could somehow help her out because she couldn't afford a lawyer. She could be appointed one by the state, but that could be anyone and they wouldn't understand why she had done what she did. Justin was an amazing kid, and he was a sweetheart, and he had too much of a track record being hurt by people he had trusted and looked up to.
She dropped her head into her hands with a groan. She didn't regret what she did. But she didn't want to land in a prison cell for countless years either.
Reecy Chester
{ Original Character }
v. 1. to castrate. 2. to deprive of strength or vigor; weaken.
It was supposed to just be a typical night out with her BFF clubbing, laughing, drinking, and pointing out all the guys he shouldn't try to pick up for reasons X, Y, or Z. Not that he would ultimately probably pick anyone up, despite her nudging, because he was polar opposite to her and more (a lot more) on the shy side. But she still liked to make sure that if he did on the off chance, the dude was worthy of her beloved Winnie's peen. Whoever he ultimately settled for, they should be worthy of him. Yes, she was very protective of the people she loved, especially those who she considered brothers from another mother.
They were getting there. Winnie had been doing his awkward 'I'd rather be anywhere but here' shuffle on the dancefloor that was cute but not that unlike dorky dad dancing. If he was drunk enough, he really had the moves, but he wasn't nearly trashed enough to shed the self-consciousness. She wasn't really trying to pull herself either, but if it happened, it would just be the icing on the cake really. She liked partying and letting her hair down, and considering she was unemployed, she needed the stress relief right now. She had taken a breather to order enough drink and flop down in one of the booths, taking the opportunity to text her other BFF, Autumn, and update her on what she was missing out on.
It wasn't failing a well-intended invite, but when Reecy had tried to call her up, she got no answer and they couldn't wait around all night tapping their feet for her to get her finger out and pick up. Reecy liked to tease, so of course she was shooting off a text that taunted her friend with fun and booze. It was just how they functioned. Reecy's idea of fun was rarely conventional and she liked to err on the side of spontaneity more often than not. Winnie was safely at the bar, prime real estate for hooking up and he was eyeing off a hot redhead at the other end of it. Hopefully he would go in for kill, if not, she would be force to go over there and give him a pointed forehead slap.
She was contenting herself with a little text banter with Autumn when she spotted a guy approach Winnie from the opposite direction. Ooooo, this could be even better. At least, until the guy made the mistake of leaning on the bar and showing his face, and Reecy immediately saw red. The guy who should be locked away in the friggen slammer, not out here waving his dick around like the cocky bastard that he had turned out to be. He had seemed so nice at first, in the early days when they were all getting to know each other as the Broadway production kicked off. Then Autumn was coming to her in a panic because she had overheard the dickhead sexual harassing Justin, the lead of the play who happened to be 15 years old and still a minor at the time. He had wanted to intimidate Justin into quitting the role and as the main supporting male role, Paul - the asshole - would be there to step in.
Reecy could barely keep typing in her text messages. She wished Autumn was here so she could share in the redhot fury that was flooding through her just seeing the guy's face. Justin had become like a little brother to both girls over the course of the production, but Reecy hadn't learned until after Justin was in a serious way in the ICU after an attempted overdose that he had been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder just a months before. Apparently the whole sexual assault incident where he tried to get into Justin's pants, Justin had snapped and decked him. Perfect fucking call, as far as Reecy was concerned. But Paul had been so pissed off by the whole thing when the producer didn't immediately remove Justin from the part, that he quit and walked.
What followed all that was a devastating turn of events for Justin, and everyone who cared about him. No one had really seen it coming, and no one knew how tormented the incident had left him, pushing him back to drinking and drug use to try to switch off the mess of thoughts and emotions in his head. So, it was needless to say that Reecy was almost blinded by fury the moment she laid eyes on the asshole dickhead C-word. She wanted him to hurt and without even thinking about it, she was storming across the nightclub, shoving people out of the way to get to him before he tried to lay a hand on her BFF.
As soon as she got there, she pounced on him, angrily shoving him back into the bar. "Get your fucking hands off him, you slimy disgusting excuse for a dickhead!" she spat, getting right up into his face. But she couldn't even give him a chance to respond. She grabbed him firmly by the shoulders and kneed him so hard in the dick that she hoped he couldn't reproduce if he ever tried. And then she punched him. Not once, but twice, and when he fell backwards and hit the floor, she dropped down to straddle over him and punched him again. There was nothing ladylike about anything she was doing, and she didn't care if her skirt was riding up and people saw her underwear. She didn't even care that Paul's blood had splattered all over her favourite outfit.
If Winston hadn't grabbed her and pulled her off him when he did, she probably would have kept right on thumping him. The scathing language she was coming out with too was very much not polite, but courtesy was the last thing this piece of shit deserved. He had tried to sexually assault a minor, harassed him, tried to intimidate him into quitting something he had succeeded in by his own talents. This guy was almost ten years older than Justin, and he was lucky that Reecy didn't vomit on him when she had him pinned to the grimy club floor.
She just never meant to get arrested for it. And now she was sitting in an interview room at the copshop waiting for an attorney. She had sheepishly called up Autumn and begged her to ask Justin's dad - a hotshot attorney in the city - if he could somehow help her out because she couldn't afford a lawyer. She could be appointed one by the state, but that could be anyone and they wouldn't understand why she had done what she did. Justin was an amazing kid, and he was a sweetheart, and he had too much of a track record being hurt by people he had trusted and looked up to.
She dropped her head into her hands with a groan. She didn't regret what she did. But she didn't want to land in a prison cell for countless years either.
{ Original Character }