Post by Rayven Hardy on Jun 1, 2022 15:46:28 GMT
Brooklyn on a Saturday night. While Liberation had wrapped about two hours ago, BECKY BALFOUR was one of the final roster members to leave the Callaghan Warehouse. She had a black 'Wrestle With Death' beanie on, jeans, boots, and a 'Play With Fire and get burned' shirt. Walking through the parking structure, she passes all of the vehicles and begins to walk across the street, making her way to a small apartment she had rented when signing her new Liberty deal. It was pitch black, just after midnight, and despite it being a Saturday, it was eerily quiet, minus some footsteps just behind Balfour.
Becky, who notoriously fears nothing, keeps her head forward and continues walking down the sidewalk when a voice calls out from behind her.
Voice: Yo. You got a sec?
Becky ignores it, continuing her trek at a brisk pace until the voice calls out again, this time more direct in nature.
Voice: Becky? Miss Balfour? I don't even know what to call you.
This causes Becky to stop and remain facing away from the feminine voice calling out to her. The footsteps behind her pick up their pace, as if the woman in question was quick walking to catch up to Becky. As soon as the footsteps were too close for comfort, Becky spins around and the young woman stops in her tracks. She holds both hands up with a grin. The young woman wore piercings in her nose and lips, her hair was buzzed close to the scalp but her eyes, much like Becky's, were bright and mesmerizing. She had on a faux leather jacket with a few studs on the shoulders, clunky platform boots, and black jeans with a few fashionable rips in the knees.
Voice: Hey. Wow. I can't believe I'm actually talking to you. I didn't expect you to stop. I snuck into the show tonight. I guess security was kind of shit, or someone felt bad for me. But I snuck in to see you. I needed some of that energy. You are life.
Becky continues to stare at the young woman, saying nothing, at least not yet.
Voice: Sorry, I'm already rambling. And you have no idea who the fuck I am. My bad. I'm Fantasia. I'm...basically I'm going through some shit, and I've seen and heard what you've done for others in similar shoes and I was hoping you would...
Becky cuts her off.
Becky Balfour: Save you? Spend my last fifteen dollars on McDonalds so neither one of us go hungry? Do you want me to pat you on the fucking back and tell you that you're just like me?
The woman's mouth opens, but no words come out. This was unexpected. She heard that Becky was genuine in helping those in need, those like her, but this...this didn't seem like the same woman she had heard about.
Becky Balfour: Well you came to the right person.
Just like that, Becky's demeanor changed. Those icy eyes of hers melted as she smiles and looks the young woman up and down.
Becky Balfour: I took some knees to my head tonight, so I'm a little fucked up, but I'd love to know more about you. Your story is now mine. Do you smoke?
The young woman's eyes light up as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a cigarette box. She opens the box excitedly, as her fingers were a bit shaky. She pulls out a joint and holds it up before closing the box and sliding it back into her pocket.
Fantasia: I don't have a place to stay, and I don't have any money, but I always have smoke. Would you be cool with me crashing with you tonight? I swear I'm not some weird, stalker, killer girl. I just need somewhere to sleep tonight. I'll find somewhere else tomorrow, but it's late and I'm meeting my idol and I'm kind of...out of it.
Becky Balfour: Be careful, most people will tell you I'm no role model, but I also never turn anyone away. You share that joint and your story, and you've got a place to stay as long as you need it.
Becky is interrupted by her phone going off. She reaches into her pocket and pulls it out to see a text message from Dex Morant. It simply reads 'I'm so sorry. I fucked up. But I hope you're good. I'll do better.' Becky declines to respond, instead sliding the phone back into her pocket as Fantasia was now matching Becky's pace as they continued towards her apartment.
Fantasia: This is fucking crazy. I knew you weren't just a character on a television screen. I knew you were really about it. I seriously can't thank you enough.
The young wanderer was appreciative. Becky FUCKING Balfour of all people was really opening her place up for her, giving her shelter, and someone to talk to. This was going to be the start of something that could go a million different directions, but Fantasia knew that if Becky ever needed her, she would have her undying loyalty. What was next? Only time will tell.
Becky, who notoriously fears nothing, keeps her head forward and continues walking down the sidewalk when a voice calls out from behind her.
Voice: Yo. You got a sec?
Becky ignores it, continuing her trek at a brisk pace until the voice calls out again, this time more direct in nature.
Voice: Becky? Miss Balfour? I don't even know what to call you.
This causes Becky to stop and remain facing away from the feminine voice calling out to her. The footsteps behind her pick up their pace, as if the woman in question was quick walking to catch up to Becky. As soon as the footsteps were too close for comfort, Becky spins around and the young woman stops in her tracks. She holds both hands up with a grin. The young woman wore piercings in her nose and lips, her hair was buzzed close to the scalp but her eyes, much like Becky's, were bright and mesmerizing. She had on a faux leather jacket with a few studs on the shoulders, clunky platform boots, and black jeans with a few fashionable rips in the knees.
Voice: Hey. Wow. I can't believe I'm actually talking to you. I didn't expect you to stop. I snuck into the show tonight. I guess security was kind of shit, or someone felt bad for me. But I snuck in to see you. I needed some of that energy. You are life.
Becky continues to stare at the young woman, saying nothing, at least not yet.
Voice: Sorry, I'm already rambling. And you have no idea who the fuck I am. My bad. I'm Fantasia. I'm...basically I'm going through some shit, and I've seen and heard what you've done for others in similar shoes and I was hoping you would...
Becky cuts her off.
Becky Balfour: Save you? Spend my last fifteen dollars on McDonalds so neither one of us go hungry? Do you want me to pat you on the fucking back and tell you that you're just like me?
The woman's mouth opens, but no words come out. This was unexpected. She heard that Becky was genuine in helping those in need, those like her, but this...this didn't seem like the same woman she had heard about.
Becky Balfour: Well you came to the right person.
Just like that, Becky's demeanor changed. Those icy eyes of hers melted as she smiles and looks the young woman up and down.
Becky Balfour: I took some knees to my head tonight, so I'm a little fucked up, but I'd love to know more about you. Your story is now mine. Do you smoke?
The young woman's eyes light up as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a cigarette box. She opens the box excitedly, as her fingers were a bit shaky. She pulls out a joint and holds it up before closing the box and sliding it back into her pocket.
Fantasia: I don't have a place to stay, and I don't have any money, but I always have smoke. Would you be cool with me crashing with you tonight? I swear I'm not some weird, stalker, killer girl. I just need somewhere to sleep tonight. I'll find somewhere else tomorrow, but it's late and I'm meeting my idol and I'm kind of...out of it.
Becky Balfour: Be careful, most people will tell you I'm no role model, but I also never turn anyone away. You share that joint and your story, and you've got a place to stay as long as you need it.
Becky is interrupted by her phone going off. She reaches into her pocket and pulls it out to see a text message from Dex Morant. It simply reads 'I'm so sorry. I fucked up. But I hope you're good. I'll do better.' Becky declines to respond, instead sliding the phone back into her pocket as Fantasia was now matching Becky's pace as they continued towards her apartment.
Fantasia: This is fucking crazy. I knew you weren't just a character on a television screen. I knew you were really about it. I seriously can't thank you enough.
The young wanderer was appreciative. Becky FUCKING Balfour of all people was really opening her place up for her, giving her shelter, and someone to talk to. This was going to be the start of something that could go a million different directions, but Fantasia knew that if Becky ever needed her, she would have her undying loyalty. What was next? Only time will tell.