Fuck Your Emotional Bullshit - Part 1

[Ciles Gorey]

The scene opens in a busy high street. Marching ahead of the camera is a somewhat attractive, youngish female with long dark brown hair and minimum make-up. She wears a somewhat cheap brown leather overcoat and a black button-up shirt. She shows off too much cleavage to be considered professional. Yup, you guessed it; she's a reporter. She picks up speed, inconsiderately polluting the airways with that annoying sound of heels hitting concrete.

Stupid Bint
"EXCUSE ME! JAKOB! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!"

As she shouts this, the camera zooms to a point just beyond her shoulder. A man in a leather hooded jacket with his hands in the pockets is the focal point. He looks over his shoulder, the face of Jakob Azazel just being made out before he turns away and his full body slumps as if his very being has just accepted that life is futile. The reporter catches up with him finally and he sighs before speaking.

Jakob Azazel
"What? What do you want?!"

Stupid Bint
"Well, with the news that Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling hosting a new tournament open to past employees I just htought I'd try and get your thoughts on the-"

Jakob Azazel
"I don't care."

The bint is somewhat stunned and the Warlock walks off. She waves her hand and him and runs after him once again as she shouts his name.

Jakob Azazel
"WHAT?!"

Binty McBintbint
"You don't care?!"

Jakob Azazel
"That's what I said..."

The female's expressing devolves into a somewhat smug look as she raises the microphone to her mouth.

Nosey Bint
"But we've got you on record saying that EVPW was like home to you. How can you say that you don't ca-"

Jakob Azazel
"Simple. Home isn't a home. It's just somewhere you come from. I'm not there any more so I don't care. Now if you'll excuse me; I'm going."

Stupid Bint
"But... you're confirmed to be appearing against Kasabian Stalker in Manilla in a few days..."

Jakob stops mid stride. He lifts his hand to his forehead, wishing he had the power to set her family on fire from this location. Instead he settles to let his anger get the best of him.

Jakob Azazel
"Look pet; I've tried to be pleasant. It's pretty obvious I don't want to do this little interview, talking, human communication thing that you're trying to entice me into. But you want me to be honest, so I'm going to be honest. What I want more than anything else in the world is for you to get cancer. Deep, deep, deep down in your cunt. But I don't want it to kill you. No. I want you to get chemotherapy and lose all your pretty, pretty hair but be cured. Then; one night, when you're finally confident enough to go out because you've grown your hair back... then I want you to flash your tits a tad too much like you are now and walk down the wrong alley way where a bloke in a ski-mask is waiting. And this masked motherfucker goes hard as a motherfucker on you. And I mean, he's going like the Duracell bunny who's just washed a line of coke down with a fucking crate of Monster Energy. And while he's raping your stupid fucking being, I want him to comment on how nice and tight your cunt is, but you know that's impossible since it was ravaged by you sleeping your way into your current career. And then it hits you. The cunt cancer is back. That's what I'm thinking right now. Now fuck off."

EOT.

OOC: I've had a bad few days.

[Vladimir Strife]

That's one of the greatest insults I've ever read.

[Ciles Gorey]

Yeah, I think bint is a great insult too.

[Kasabian Stalker]

Wow. There's some venting going on there... somwbody really pissed you off?

[Slut (✿ ◕‿◕)]

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