Post by Stella Basch on Sept 10, 2024 12:28:55 GMT -5
The scene fades in on a picturesque farm, surrounded by dark wooden fencing. In a corner of one such enclosure, Stella Basch sits on a fence post, clad in faded jeans with a well-worn hole in the upper right thigh paired with a black crop top, her blonde hair pulled into a high pony tail. Nearby, a majestic black Andalusian horse grazes along the grass. The stallion pauses, lifting his head up before slowly walking up to Stella, nickering softly as he sniffs her.
Stella: Ah… there’s nothing like getting away from the noise of the big city and relaxing at a place like this.
Stella reaches up, gently stroking the horse’s face.
Stella: I’m not gonna lie, I was surprised when my brother reserved this place, since he’s usually the type to pick more… contemporary accommodations.
She pauses, cringing slightly.
Stella: (half muttering) Shit… I’m starting to sound more and more like him these days.
She shakes her head, chuckling quietly.
Stella: But nonetheless, there’s something to be said for a rustic setting such as this. It’s quiet, out of the way, and I can take the time to focus on what’s important.
You see, the last few days have been beyond hectic. I’ve got friends dealing with shit that’s beyond my control, and all I can do is hang back and watch from afar, hoping that things turn out for the best. On top of that, there’s some crazy bitch out there trying to make me think my boyfriend is married to her.
She shakes her head again as laughter punctuates her last sentence.
Stella: As if there’s anyone on this earth dumb enough to believe that. Regardless, while it’s good for a laugh, it makes you realize that there are some seriously unhinged people out there that will do anything – and I do mean “ANYTHING” – just to get a rise out of you.
Stella hops down from the fence outside the enclosure, slowly walking alongside it as the horse begins to follow her.
Stella: But I have to stay focused.
She stops, as does the horse, who nuzzles her as if to get her attention. She reaches up, giving gentle scratches along his cheek.
Stella: It’s no secret that I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately, and I do my best to not let it get to me. After all, even roller coasters have ups and downs.
She smiles.
Stella: Speaking of ups and downs, it’s time to take things back in the upward direction, and for that, I’ve got to face Darcy Graves.
She nods her head confidently.
Stella: Now, I’ve faced a Graves before, but I know you’re not related to him. I know his wife is part Irish, but that’s the only similarity.
She smirks and shakes her head.
Stella: I won’t knock you… you had a pretty impressive debut against Willow Quinn, but you came up just a little short against Griffin Hawkins. So you’re obviously hoping to tip the balance in your favor and thus, push your way up in the rankings. Hell, aren’t we all?
She shrugs.
Stella: But all of the blood and threats of violence doesn’t have the same effect on me as it does on others, because I don’t scare very easily. You don’t practically raise yourself from the time you’re 10 years old being scared of the dark.
She chuckles.
Stella: Yeah, I know. You’re far more than just a lump of laundry piled onto a chair in the corner of a dark bedroom, but you get the idea. At Scion, my path back upward starts now… and it starts with you!
Stella resumes her walk as she heads toward a large metal gate. The horse follows her until she reaches the gate, then playfully sticks his head out to nibble on her hair. She turns around, pulling her hair back as she puts her other hand on his chin.
Stella: Hey, buddy! I’ll come back and visit with you again later. I’ve got some other things I need to do.
He nickers again, bobbing his head as Stella walks through the gate. With that, the scene fades out.
