Back to the Garden [Echo RP - WC: 797]
Apr 19, 2016 9:22:54 GMT -5
Post by AshCandor on Apr 19, 2016 9:22:54 GMT -5
Echo sat down and picked up the phone, but didn’t dial it; didn’t need to. Moments later a slight buzz went off as a lock was released, the door across the way opened. A young woman walked through being escorted, wearing a bright orange jumpsuit. She sat down across from Echo, divided by the thick bulletproof glass window. With a slight wave and smile, she picked up the phone at the other end.
“Hey Echo, made the cover of the Rolling Stone yet?”
Echo just shook her head no. The woman was Joanie Ford, the original bass player in her band.
“No not yet, J… I’m not sure it’s as cool to achieve that these days. I’ve actually dialed back the music a bit. After… you know. And the men in my life are handcrafting a genuine wrestler, can you believe that? I think my mom would…”
Joanie interjected.
“I think your mom would be proud of you, as long as you were doing something you wanted to do. And you know, I hope I didn’t… ruin your passion for music.”
They danced around the subject of why Joanie Ford was on one side of the glass, and Echo was on the other. The thing was, underage drunk driving and vehicular manslaughter were pretty drastic reasons of how a bandmate could become an ex-bandmate.
“Joanie… the music is secondary, you know that. This is life we’re talking about, your life. I never wanted you to be here, you were.. are my friend.” She trailed off and looked to the side.
“Interesting semantics… were or are? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you never showed up here. Lord knows just about everyone else has given up on me.” Joanie let out a heavy sigh and stared at her.
“The thing is J, something like this happens and we’re still alive. This isn’t the end, although it might feel that way, you dig me? I’ve had to come to terms, try and make peace with that fact. I can’t imagine how it feels for you. I wake up every day with the fact the only reason I wasn’t in that passenger seat that night was because I was passed out drunk on the sofa and nobody would pick me up. You guys left me, and our friend… our bandmate, Chrissie… she’s gone. I’m alive only by dumb luck, if you could call it that. We were all so irresponsible… I just…”
“What do you want from me, an apology? I’ll scream it out a thousand times, I’m sorry Echo.”
Echo shook her head.
“Just tell me it’s okay to go on. Set me free, and I’ll make peace in your name… Chrissie’s name. I just want to get back to the garden…”
Echo put her hand to the glass.
“Echo, I don’t know what to say… I wish it was me instead of Chrissie. Set yourself free, I have no chains on you…especially from in here.”
Joanie hung up the phone and looked away as the guard escorted her out. A small teardrop started to well in Echo’s eye.
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“Shintaro Majima. Do you fight with honor, or do you cloak it in self-centered egotism? I have to face you knowing that I come with a message of peace, love, and unity. These are not exactly traits that feature in growing abundance within wrestling. I’m a beacon, I’m a messenger, I’m the babe in the woods. For the most part you let your actions in the ring speak louder than any platform you might take. I can appreciate that. You come here from Japan, ShiMa… the Warrior, the Savior. You’ve got all that big hard-hitting strong style talent coursing through you, looking to carve your niche in North America. Your brutality is noted, your legitimate toughness I can’t dispute or come close to matching. But I must oppose you.
I just have to wonder, what are you the savior of? Have you saved anyone, performed any lasting miracles? Are you altruistic, seeking the safety of all others, or just pulling your own bootstraps up to rise above?
I know this… not all warriors win every battle. And a peacemaker shall win the day when the opposing forces of warrior and savior tear you apart. To fight with honor is like walking the edge of a blade. Truly selfless honor knows no self-promotion. Bask in the glory of doing your best, let others present the accolades. Me? I ask nothing for myself, other than being true to myself. I’m trying to grasp purity from the mouths of madness; finding the peace, the true center of all things… and to be content. I will be closer to my goal after I face you. I love you like I love everything.”
“Hey Echo, made the cover of the Rolling Stone yet?”
Echo just shook her head no. The woman was Joanie Ford, the original bass player in her band.
“No not yet, J… I’m not sure it’s as cool to achieve that these days. I’ve actually dialed back the music a bit. After… you know. And the men in my life are handcrafting a genuine wrestler, can you believe that? I think my mom would…”
Joanie interjected.
“I think your mom would be proud of you, as long as you were doing something you wanted to do. And you know, I hope I didn’t… ruin your passion for music.”
They danced around the subject of why Joanie Ford was on one side of the glass, and Echo was on the other. The thing was, underage drunk driving and vehicular manslaughter were pretty drastic reasons of how a bandmate could become an ex-bandmate.
“Joanie… the music is secondary, you know that. This is life we’re talking about, your life. I never wanted you to be here, you were.. are my friend.” She trailed off and looked to the side.
“Interesting semantics… were or are? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you never showed up here. Lord knows just about everyone else has given up on me.” Joanie let out a heavy sigh and stared at her.
“The thing is J, something like this happens and we’re still alive. This isn’t the end, although it might feel that way, you dig me? I’ve had to come to terms, try and make peace with that fact. I can’t imagine how it feels for you. I wake up every day with the fact the only reason I wasn’t in that passenger seat that night was because I was passed out drunk on the sofa and nobody would pick me up. You guys left me, and our friend… our bandmate, Chrissie… she’s gone. I’m alive only by dumb luck, if you could call it that. We were all so irresponsible… I just…”
“What do you want from me, an apology? I’ll scream it out a thousand times, I’m sorry Echo.”
Echo shook her head.
“Just tell me it’s okay to go on. Set me free, and I’ll make peace in your name… Chrissie’s name. I just want to get back to the garden…”
Echo put her hand to the glass.
“Echo, I don’t know what to say… I wish it was me instead of Chrissie. Set yourself free, I have no chains on you…especially from in here.”
Joanie hung up the phone and looked away as the guard escorted her out. A small teardrop started to well in Echo’s eye.
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“Shintaro Majima. Do you fight with honor, or do you cloak it in self-centered egotism? I have to face you knowing that I come with a message of peace, love, and unity. These are not exactly traits that feature in growing abundance within wrestling. I’m a beacon, I’m a messenger, I’m the babe in the woods. For the most part you let your actions in the ring speak louder than any platform you might take. I can appreciate that. You come here from Japan, ShiMa… the Warrior, the Savior. You’ve got all that big hard-hitting strong style talent coursing through you, looking to carve your niche in North America. Your brutality is noted, your legitimate toughness I can’t dispute or come close to matching. But I must oppose you.
I just have to wonder, what are you the savior of? Have you saved anyone, performed any lasting miracles? Are you altruistic, seeking the safety of all others, or just pulling your own bootstraps up to rise above?
I know this… not all warriors win every battle. And a peacemaker shall win the day when the opposing forces of warrior and savior tear you apart. To fight with honor is like walking the edge of a blade. Truly selfless honor knows no self-promotion. Bask in the glory of doing your best, let others present the accolades. Me? I ask nothing for myself, other than being true to myself. I’m trying to grasp purity from the mouths of madness; finding the peace, the true center of all things… and to be content. I will be closer to my goal after I face you. I love you like I love everything.”