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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on Jul 12, 2011 22:11:06 GMT -5
Stepping aboard the plane made the woman nervous. She was completely sober, which was a change and she was holding within her a deep sense of fear...yet pride all at once. She was going to face her father and get the only friend from her past out of this situation...safely. Jayde had given that asshole Adonis Rhodes the last piece of her mind before officially quitting, dealing with mounds of paperwork and setting out to take care of her personal business. Rhodes knew nothing about her, not her past, not her present, why the hell she acted the way she did, how she got into music, absolutely nothing. He called himself her manager? Pssh. Bullshit. Jayde shook the thoughts of the man from her head sitting down in her assigned plane seat.
She securly buckled herself in and closed her eyes biting her bottom lip as the stewartess came over the intercome and announced take-off. She felt her heart thumping hard beneath her chest as they glided into the air, and her journey officially began. The thin woman looked out the oval shaped window as they continuously climbed higher into the air. "Bye California..Bye Tour...you assholes aren't through with me yet.." As she sat thre in the plane she began to contimplate, and seriously take in her plans, her soon to be actions, and the effects it would have on her, and the rest of the involved parties.
At some point in our lives we all look back and tally up the events in our all-too-short existence. Have we led a good life, have we led a bad one, or have we just gotten by. We engage in a tally in a feeble attempt to calculate what effect we have had on this planet.But that is impossible, the money you give to the homeless could be used to buy bad crack that could kill hundreds, the house you break into could have been the house of a would-be dictator who because of your intrusion never will be.We have no idea what the end result of any action we make will be, so we say something is either good or evil based on the immediate reaction.
Terms such as good or evil begin to lose their distinctiveness and the gray area gets broader. For all we know Hitler may have killed a man that would one day destroy the world, or Princess Di may have saved the life of that same man.So what is good, what is evil? She didn't know. All she knew is that the ends do no justify the means and the means do not justify the ends. Did she feel bad about all the shitty thing she'd done? She looked down at the shopliffted watch that dangled around her thin wrist...no. No she didn't No regrets and after this trip she didn't plan to start regretting anything either. She waited until the sign lit up that said the phones were then avalible and she dialed the number of the man who had ruined the beginning of her life. "Hello?" the voice that picked up was harsh, rough, and all too familiar. "Baudelaire.." Jayde said quitely.
"Ah Jayde, Darling. Calling so soon? Cassidy is already waiting here for you. Excited for your little vacation?" the voice responded. She took a deep breath and swallowed the lump forming in her throat. "You're a bastard..I'm already on the plane, I'll be there in 11 hours...just let her go" Jayde retorted. The voice scoffed and a gun shot could be heard in the background. "How could I know you're being truthful with your father? You always were a little lieing minx." he added, spitting after his sentence. She spoke quitely as to not disturb the sleeping woman in the seat next to her. "I'm..I'm not scared of you anymore..I'll be there." the voice on the other end paused and Jyade could visualize in her head, him shaking his head and twisting the end of his blade into the desk he sat at. "You don't sound so sure of yourself sweetheart. See you when you arrive-click-" and the line went dead.
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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on Jul 12, 2011 22:15:56 GMT -5
---Approximately 11 hours later---
"You're now in Amsterdam,Netherlands! Enjoy your stay and watch your step!" the cheery stewartess guided the passengers from their seats to the exit and Jayde followed the lines of people. She breathed deeply walking in her combat boots up the ramp into the airport. She glanced at her watch, made a few phone calls and took a cab, staring out the window as the driver took her through the streets of her past. She shuddered, closing her eyes the rest of the way. "We're here ma'am, 20$" the driver said as he pulled up to the doors of the old warehouse. She paid him in cash and stepped from the car watching as it sped away leaving her there to stare at the door. She reached up, adjusted her stud earrings and walked through the door without another thought. A man stood near a staircase and pointed up. She didn't bother speaking to him, and just followed his instruction until she came to another set of stairs and a door. The door was her best bet. She opened it, spotting Mr.Baudelaire seated in a large red chair with a cigar between his lips. "Welcome baby." behind him sat Cassidy, wrapped in rope and mouth taped shut, wrapped firmly into a metal folding chair. "Didn't bring you cracked out boyfriend with you this time? Gonna fight your own battles?" he laughed wickedly, flashing a set of perfectly white teeth. "What do you want?...me back in the biz? Money? Words? Anything..just let her go.."Jayde began.
"You don't have a clue? Jaydey baby, you're the only one of my brats with any backbone." he began. "With union leaders and political representatives acting as my puppets, I, and the rest of your family has used public works to make billions of dollars for ourselves, you've got a whole Baudelaire clan sweetheart,and if you accept...you've got a whole world planned out for you" She knew her father had engaged in drug trafficking, money laundering and illegal gambling since his rise as an adult, being dragged into it by his own father, taking up the "family business", Jayde didn't know if she had any brothers, supposed to take their "heirship" or if it was just her and the other girls from the whorehouse.Jayde's eyes glanced around the room. "What makes you think, even for a second that I would be interested in helping you?" she spat.
Mr.Baudelaire flicked his finger towards the tied girl behind him. "Listen Jayde, I'll tell you how this works...I'm your undisputed leader, this here is your brother.." he pointed to the man who had dragged David far into the alleyway that night, the skinner of the two men from that dredful experience. "He's the second-in-comand around here, and this fella here," he pointed to the other man, "Is our consigliere," he stopped and looked at her, trying to read her face.She looked at him with confusion written plainly on her face "If you've got these guys...you've got soldiers, to take their place, and them to take yours..what the hell do you need me for?" She glared. And that's when the door behind her flung open and a woman came hobbling in. Her eye was swolen shut, her lip was a bit bloody, and her obviously, naturually dark hair was bleached to shit and the roots were coming in. Though looking at her jayde felt like she were looking in a mirror for her future. She clamped her lips shut staring at the woman who she remembered hitting her as an eleven year old girl, telling her to re-do her lip liner because it wasn't sexy enough, the woman who, when jayde was thirteen,fed her to the men of the house and let them torture her. This was her mother.
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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on Jul 12, 2011 23:00:24 GMT -5
"Jayde" She said softly, almost as though she cared.. "I'm sor-"she was smacked roughly across the face by the consigliere interuting her sentence. "She's getting to old to train the girls. Getting too decrepid" Mr.Baudelaire said loudly, his words, stinging the ears of the battered woman. Jayde stared at them, eyeing one then the other in silence. "I need you to take her place, teach, breed, mold our young ladies, and keep our cash flow coming." The man grinned. Jayde's eyes were narrowed into slits, as she opened her mouth to speak once more. "If I accept will you let Cassidy go?" she asked bluntly, staring at the girl,refusing to look at the man once again.*BANG! a gunshot went off and suprised everyone in the room, "DID YOU BRING ANYONE?" her father screetched. Jayde quickly answered a sturdy No! as she dropped to the ground. Right there in that moment a surge of flash-backs came hurling into her head. Her childhood, all the pain and agony, just thinking about it sent physical pain surging through her body. Her eyes fell shut and she felt her body begin to shake as the voices around her grew more frantic, the world blurred and a hand repetitively hit her.
The next thing she felt was her body being dragged as screaming and yelling from various voices came pouring through her ears as she lay convulsing on the floor. Red liquid incircled her body with whoever it was that had her now forced behind a cherry oak desk. Her ears rang and the screaming continued. She tried opening her eyes but they refused to peep open.It felt like death had come for her, her body felt weightless, like it was floating away from her body and she could see her own unconcious face, eyes rolled back only showing the whites...and then...
Nothing.
Are we simply living to die, or are we dying to live? That is the question. Life itself is but a limbo, a transition between the trauma of birth and the trauma of death. But within that transition is a collection of other transitions.Yes, there are landmarks in life, but these landmarks are brief and we spend almost all of our time in between them, wandering around, in transition. Much like the ocean, we are never still, always moving, always in flux.Child to adolescent, adolescent to adult, adult to elderly, elderly to dead. We’re nothing but a shade of grays, a series of lengthy and confusing transitions that no man can explain well enough. Life is the eternal snack between meals and the never-ending car ride from A to B.
Yet we strive, we strive to break this vicious cycle. We seek some kind of fulfillment, some kind of climax. However, our quest for such an end is yet another transition, an aimless roaming from emotional point to life epiphany that is just as meaningless and as pointless as the other of life’s transitions.
We seek to be there, wherever there is. We want to have arrived and no longer be caught in limbo. But there we sit, like blind men in dark rooms wondering what ends could arise from the trip.But what if we did arrive? Wouldn’t the transition be over? Wouldn’t the very thing that life consists of be destroyed? Only death could emerge from that, perhaps not a physical but an internal death. The kind of death that leaves a corpse to walk the earth until its heart finally stops beating, the death she feared the most.
Jayde took a different view, she planned to take advantage of her limbo, I use her flux and do things along her path through the personal void...but now it felt as though it were too late.If She had just one more chance, she'd take it, may it be an endless road trip, but the scenery would be beautiful and the opportunities limitless. Rather than seeking random off-ramps for herself to find contentment, From there on...she'd seek to improve, to better and to further herself in some way. Even it means forever staying the course and never pausing for rest.
"You make take my body dear death, but you can never, ever have my soul!"Jayde screamed as her eyes snapped open and the face of the tattered woman stared down at her. Jayde's head was in her lap and the two were behind the desk that her father had been behind previously. "It's over." her mother said shaking. "It's all over." She stood, dragging Jayde to her feet, holding her daughters body to her,forcing it upright. Looking past the desk the room was filled with men in armor from head to toe, all holding guns pointed at her father and the two men who'd harrassed David and herself. "Ms.Baudelaire, you're alright." one of the gun holders said. Jayde unbuttoned her jacket revealing a bullet proof vest with a crushed bullet impaling the first layer of protection. The plasticy film from blood packet that had been secured into her attire stuck to the velcro on the vest. She plucked it from her side and tossed it to the ground, removing the stud earrings from her own ears as well. "Crush them on the table, this information shall never be heard again."The same man instructed. Jayde, though weak, relieved her mothers arm from her body and stood on her own, crushing the microscopic speakers behind the jewels of her hear posts. "Don't touch me.." jayde spoke to the woman, using her energy to push the hands away from her. Jayde turned franically "Where's Cassidy?!" one of the gunment pointed towards the door where another man, dressed in an identical outfit held the unconcious woman and promised a safe keeping.
---8 Hours later---
Jayde laid staring at the ceiling of the hotel room. So much in so little time...the room had been cleared and leads followed. Jayde's plan had been a success...and the girl could finally be at ease. She rolled over in her bed, looking at the twin bed only a foot away from hers in the suite. Her mother lay completely passed out on the bed. After the government gunmen had cleaned the room, taken the three men away,placed Cassidy in a rehab hospital to pump the drugs from her stomach, and asked Jayde and her mother hours worth of questions, they released both her and her mother. As the two were let out of the station, Jayde had began walking in the opposite direction of her mother. The woman chased after her, kicking off those ridiculous heels, bawling into her shoulder there in the middle of the street. Paragraphs of choice words, profanity, and years of pint up anger had come busting through Jayde's plump lips at the woman, spilling her hatred. The woman held tightly to Jayde's wrist begging for a chance to speak. Her mother gave her the details of all the wretched things she had been forced through by Mr.Baudelaire, she told Jayde of her own past, and how she had never wanted that for any of the girls in the house but in order to survive...she did as she was told, acted as a gruff, terrible woman to whip the young women such as Jayde and Cassidy into shape. Though there was no possible way Jayde could forgive her, she agreed, for one night and one night only, she'd stay in Amsterdam and spend the following day with the woman who gave birth to her. Jayde closed her eyes, 1..2...3...4..and she counted until she fell asleep.
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Post by JAYDE VALERIE BAUDELAIRE on Jul 12, 2011 23:18:43 GMT -5
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