A luxury I Can't Afford... [A Donnie Cross Rp]
May 25, 2015 10:29:07 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on May 25, 2015 10:29:07 GMT -5
"I shoulda listened to her y'know?" Donnie declared, shifting uneasily in his seat. His face was drawn tight, brows furrowed as he remembered what had transpired at the last edition of Pride.
Just the thought of it had his blood boilin' all over again. He ran a hand down his face as he let out a frustrated sigh.
"She tried ta' warn me y’know, but I just ain't wanna listen." he fumed, with a shake of his head. "Bree outright told me that she had a bad vibe about them two y'know? That she felt it wasn't just bout the competition with them — that they wanted to see us gone for good." He scoffed. "She's usually right about those things. The girl's got an intuition ya wouldn't believe. I used ta think she was some sorta psychic or somethin' when we was lil'uns." He reflected fondly, the tiniest shadow of a smile peeking through.
He lowered his head, his eyes focusing on his fingers drumming anxiously against the computer desk at which he sat.
"Yet—" he shrugged. "—I didn't listen. I thought it was just the nerves gettin' the best of ole girl. I made the mistake of givin'em the benefit of the doubt . And instead of takin' heed in her words and bein' on guard, I tried to comfort her and set her at ease when I should have been alarmed. How stupid could I be?" He asked, gritting his teeth together. "Cuz' then I get to thinkin' of how bad things could have gotten had 420 B.C not showed up right when they did and..." His voice trailed off as he fell into silent contemplation.
Donnie realized that they had been saved that night. Hans and Liesl had nothing but cruel intentions for he and Bree. He balled his hands into tight fists, the urge to just punch something rising within him.
"...that would have been all on me." he admitted solemnly, as he raised his glare back towards the camera.
It killed him to know that Bree could have seriously been hurt because of his naivete. He was supposed to protect her — to ensure that harm never came her way, yet he had failed her miserably that night and it just didn't sit right with him.
"But the benefit of the doubt is a luxury I just can't afford to give ya the next go around Hans... Liesl, and that's quite alright with me. Cuz ya see, you done crossed a line." he said, jabbing a finger towards the camera.
"You done overstepped ya boundaries and instead of dulling that light in Bree's eyes? Instead of voiding them of hope?" He shook his head. "You done lit a fire in the both of us.”
“A fire that will consume the both of ya.”
“You wanna get mad cuz ya couldn't get the job done and put us away within the allotted time?" He scoffed. "Well then you're really gonna be mad when we pony up and... kick... your... asses." he said, slamming his fist into his palm.
"Cause I don't care if ya try and hurt me — but you're trying to hurt someone that I love, and that just don't fly with Lil Donnie Cross."
“So Hans… Liesl? we’ll be seeing ya. At a New Generation, three teams walk in. And I can’t really say what the chances of Bree and I walking out victorious are, but I know they’ve got to be a hell of a lot better than the chances of you two walking out… at all.”
Just the thought of it had his blood boilin' all over again. He ran a hand down his face as he let out a frustrated sigh.
"She tried ta' warn me y’know, but I just ain't wanna listen." he fumed, with a shake of his head. "Bree outright told me that she had a bad vibe about them two y'know? That she felt it wasn't just bout the competition with them — that they wanted to see us gone for good." He scoffed. "She's usually right about those things. The girl's got an intuition ya wouldn't believe. I used ta think she was some sorta psychic or somethin' when we was lil'uns." He reflected fondly, the tiniest shadow of a smile peeking through.
He lowered his head, his eyes focusing on his fingers drumming anxiously against the computer desk at which he sat.
"Yet—" he shrugged. "—I didn't listen. I thought it was just the nerves gettin' the best of ole girl. I made the mistake of givin'em the benefit of the doubt . And instead of takin' heed in her words and bein' on guard, I tried to comfort her and set her at ease when I should have been alarmed. How stupid could I be?" He asked, gritting his teeth together. "Cuz' then I get to thinkin' of how bad things could have gotten had 420 B.C not showed up right when they did and..." His voice trailed off as he fell into silent contemplation.
Donnie realized that they had been saved that night. Hans and Liesl had nothing but cruel intentions for he and Bree. He balled his hands into tight fists, the urge to just punch something rising within him.
"...that would have been all on me." he admitted solemnly, as he raised his glare back towards the camera.
It killed him to know that Bree could have seriously been hurt because of his naivete. He was supposed to protect her — to ensure that harm never came her way, yet he had failed her miserably that night and it just didn't sit right with him.
"But the benefit of the doubt is a luxury I just can't afford to give ya the next go around Hans... Liesl, and that's quite alright with me. Cuz ya see, you done crossed a line." he said, jabbing a finger towards the camera.
"You done overstepped ya boundaries and instead of dulling that light in Bree's eyes? Instead of voiding them of hope?" He shook his head. "You done lit a fire in the both of us.”
“A fire that will consume the both of ya.”
“You wanna get mad cuz ya couldn't get the job done and put us away within the allotted time?" He scoffed. "Well then you're really gonna be mad when we pony up and... kick... your... asses." he said, slamming his fist into his palm.
"Cause I don't care if ya try and hurt me — but you're trying to hurt someone that I love, and that just don't fly with Lil Donnie Cross."
“So Hans… Liesl? we’ll be seeing ya. At a New Generation, three teams walk in. And I can’t really say what the chances of Bree and I walking out victorious are, but I know they’ve got to be a hell of a lot better than the chances of you two walking out… at all.”
