Post by The Madness Menagerie on Sept 27, 2020 13:09:02 GMT -5
September 18th
Downtown Baltimore, MD - Sebastian Hawke’s studio apartment
“What in the FUCK are you doing?!”
Sebastian’s voice rings out inside the empty space of his small, studio apartment. While saving all of his earnings from his “career” in Vegas, a considerable amount of money for the twenty two year old, it still wasn’t nearly enough to move, pay rent, and then keep up appearances. Thinking that a debut match was his ticket to a paycheck, he was quite distraught when his check for Chaos 98 came in and was only a meager few hundred dollars.
“You should know better, do NOT post that…”
Sebastian paces around his living area, his bed tucked into the darkest corner of the room while the kitchen inhabited the other half of the space. A futon sits in front of a tv and Borderlands 2 is paused on the screen as Sebastian glares at his phone, the frustration in his voice palpable.
“I said DON’T post that…”
He growls in frustration before throwing his phone across the space and onto the bed… Before going back over and picking it back up again and slipping it into his pocket.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this…”
His voice grows quiet, almost sad, as he plops down on his futon, his body sinking into the deep cushion. Sebastian had come to Baltimore in the hopes that he was going to be well-liked, instantly accepted into any one of the flourishing stables creeping up in Carnage. Instead he made himself out to be mouthy, arrogant, and disrespectful, blowing up on social media after people decided to look down on him for saying that he wanted to make a name for himself. Then he’d gone yelling about not being called “kid” and it had all just gotten so out of hand, so quickly. He sighs, feeling the phone in his pocket vibrate. This time however, it wasn’t another notification from Twitter.
His father is texting him.
Seb’s eyes narrow at his phone as he reads his father’s instructions, as simple as they were.
Get home now. Much to discuss. Your mother needs you.
He didn’t really care for how his father didn’t actually ask how he was doing, if he was safe, or anything like that--but the persistence of the man. Sebastian scrolls through his last several text messages, all from his father and all showing no care for his son whatsoever; only vague expressions of rage, wrath, and anger all in varying degrees. Sebastian COULD use that as an excuse, but what good would come of it? A pat on the back here, a consoling smile and warm touch there; it was all a bunch of things that Sebastian just didn’t really care for unless it came from the heart. The amount of times people would be fake just to save face in his young life was just… not something he wanted to deal with. Not to mention most people in Carnage only looked down on him as a brand new punching bag with a mouth and opinions. Sighing, he turns the screen off on his phone and tosses it to the side. Too focused on telling people what he wasn’t about, he hadn’t stopped to consider just how he was being perceived. Heading over to the only mirror in his apartment, a tiny one in his bathroom, he leans on the sink and stares into his own reflection’s soul.
“Who are you? What kind of person are you trying to be?”
His reflection shrugs its shoulders and he scowls. “You’re no help.” He turns and shakes his head before noticing his phone had started pinging with notifications. Grabbing it, Sebastian sees that at least one person was checking in on him. Smiling slightly, he sends a message to Axton Gunn. After several attempts at trying to sound cool for what Sebastian saw as a big moment in his life, he punches in a number and waits while it rings. Pacing around his apartment, Sebastian waits with bated breath for a voice on the other end of the line.
The other end picks up and Sebastian hesitates long enough to make the other end question if it was a prank call. He shakes his head and blurts out, “Dude! It’s Sebastian, Sebastian Hawke. You might remember me from hits such as ‘new guy gets pummeled in first professional match EVER’...” Sebastian pauses mid sentence, takes a deep breath, and barrels on. “Listen, I need to work off some steam, you know… At the gym and know you wanted to get together, meet, maybe work out some stuff before our tag match at Chaos…”
Sebastian falls to silence, dread filling his features as he realizes he just sounded like a complete moron. Jumping silently, almost ninja like and muting his own yelp of excitement, Sebastian pumps his fist into the air and then calms himself just in time to say, “Yeah, cool. See you there,” in what he hoped was a cool and neutral tone. He hadn’t known many celebrities, but of course he knew who Axton Gunn was. Nodding, Sebastian hangs up the phone, his manic rush of energy finally subsiding.
“Shit. What the hell did I just do?”
Downtown Baltimore, MD - Sebastian Hawke’s studio apartment
“What in the FUCK are you doing?!”
Sebastian’s voice rings out inside the empty space of his small, studio apartment. While saving all of his earnings from his “career” in Vegas, a considerable amount of money for the twenty two year old, it still wasn’t nearly enough to move, pay rent, and then keep up appearances. Thinking that a debut match was his ticket to a paycheck, he was quite distraught when his check for Chaos 98 came in and was only a meager few hundred dollars.
“You should know better, do NOT post that…”
Sebastian paces around his living area, his bed tucked into the darkest corner of the room while the kitchen inhabited the other half of the space. A futon sits in front of a tv and Borderlands 2 is paused on the screen as Sebastian glares at his phone, the frustration in his voice palpable.
“I said DON’T post that…”
He growls in frustration before throwing his phone across the space and onto the bed… Before going back over and picking it back up again and slipping it into his pocket.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this…”
His voice grows quiet, almost sad, as he plops down on his futon, his body sinking into the deep cushion. Sebastian had come to Baltimore in the hopes that he was going to be well-liked, instantly accepted into any one of the flourishing stables creeping up in Carnage. Instead he made himself out to be mouthy, arrogant, and disrespectful, blowing up on social media after people decided to look down on him for saying that he wanted to make a name for himself. Then he’d gone yelling about not being called “kid” and it had all just gotten so out of hand, so quickly. He sighs, feeling the phone in his pocket vibrate. This time however, it wasn’t another notification from Twitter.
His father is texting him.
Seb’s eyes narrow at his phone as he reads his father’s instructions, as simple as they were.
Get home now. Much to discuss. Your mother needs you.
He didn’t really care for how his father didn’t actually ask how he was doing, if he was safe, or anything like that--but the persistence of the man. Sebastian scrolls through his last several text messages, all from his father and all showing no care for his son whatsoever; only vague expressions of rage, wrath, and anger all in varying degrees. Sebastian COULD use that as an excuse, but what good would come of it? A pat on the back here, a consoling smile and warm touch there; it was all a bunch of things that Sebastian just didn’t really care for unless it came from the heart. The amount of times people would be fake just to save face in his young life was just… not something he wanted to deal with. Not to mention most people in Carnage only looked down on him as a brand new punching bag with a mouth and opinions. Sighing, he turns the screen off on his phone and tosses it to the side. Too focused on telling people what he wasn’t about, he hadn’t stopped to consider just how he was being perceived. Heading over to the only mirror in his apartment, a tiny one in his bathroom, he leans on the sink and stares into his own reflection’s soul.
“Who are you? What kind of person are you trying to be?”
His reflection shrugs its shoulders and he scowls. “You’re no help.” He turns and shakes his head before noticing his phone had started pinging with notifications. Grabbing it, Sebastian sees that at least one person was checking in on him. Smiling slightly, he sends a message to Axton Gunn. After several attempts at trying to sound cool for what Sebastian saw as a big moment in his life, he punches in a number and waits while it rings. Pacing around his apartment, Sebastian waits with bated breath for a voice on the other end of the line.
The other end picks up and Sebastian hesitates long enough to make the other end question if it was a prank call. He shakes his head and blurts out, “Dude! It’s Sebastian, Sebastian Hawke. You might remember me from hits such as ‘new guy gets pummeled in first professional match EVER’...” Sebastian pauses mid sentence, takes a deep breath, and barrels on. “Listen, I need to work off some steam, you know… At the gym and know you wanted to get together, meet, maybe work out some stuff before our tag match at Chaos…”
Sebastian falls to silence, dread filling his features as he realizes he just sounded like a complete moron. Jumping silently, almost ninja like and muting his own yelp of excitement, Sebastian pumps his fist into the air and then calms himself just in time to say, “Yeah, cool. See you there,” in what he hoped was a cool and neutral tone. He hadn’t known many celebrities, but of course he knew who Axton Gunn was. Nodding, Sebastian hangs up the phone, his manic rush of energy finally subsiding.
“Shit. What the hell did I just do?”