Post by Revolver Boomstick on Apr 30, 2008 15:26:59 GMT -5
Solidus Filth always was a confrontational man. Where most men dealt with their problems with careful thought and tact, Solidus blasted right through them like a rampaging bull. Even among his teammates in The Clique, he stood out as the most volatile one amidst the group. It was his strong sense of passion that guided him. It burned like a steam engine from within, churning with coal and lighting the fires that sparked in an outward burst until everything around him exploded in a million different colors of light. It was constantly there, that burning feeling. In the good times and the bad it fueled him forward. Truth was Solidus had been rolling on bad times since last month, when he and Andrew Helms lost in their shot at the Dual Pandemonium Championship titles. Disappointment struck him then, and since that point it’s like his pride had lost a large part of itself and only a hole remained. Andrew said not to worry about it. Simone had tried to comfort him. But like I said, Solidus Filth was a confrontational sort of man…
“Ngh!” Solidus grunted as his fist pounded into the leather-wrapped punching bag. His fist was dry, the skin cracked and bloody. He’d been at it for hours, pounding away frustration after frustration. Simone watched during the entirety of it, wishing there was something she could do to help. If only she could just comfort him, bring him peace of mind with a touch or kiss or… anything. But she knew well enough that Solidus had moments in time where he simply could not be reached. Times where he had to be left alone and sort things out on his own. Still, she felt helpless just watching him deal with things on his own.
“Rgh!” Solidus grunted again, this time because he had broken through the leather and now gravel was spilling out from the punching bag and all over the floor. Simone moved forward to help but he shot her a look that warned her to stay away. Solidus stooped forward and picked up a handful of sand. He clenched his fist, feeling the rough texture press against his palm. He thought about the tiny particles in his hand. So rough, so frail… not unlike himself or any other human being. He squeezed tighter and tighter feeling his skin shred itself on a microscopic level as the sand grated against it. And then he let the sand fall, rock by rock. He watched it cascade to the ground, like water falling from the sky and then crashing down in a momentous splash. He stood there just watching for a moment until all the sand had slipped from his fingers-… and then he started punching the ground.
“Solidus…” Simone watched with a peaked concern as her fiancé drew a mixture of blood and sand up into a mist clouding the air around him. She saw in him fury, rage, desperation, and resolve. These things shone like diamonds in his eyes as he continued punching the ground and dirt with relentless pursuit. He yelled out, grunted, and shouted as he continued. Finally he stopped, his look frozen as he saw his hand imbedded with sandy gravel and dripping with blood. He collapsed then, sitting down and breathing hard. Simone went to him then, putting her arm around his shoulders. He picked up a towel and patted it against his forehead, wiping the sweat free from his skin.
“I’m not going to lose Simone. Not again.” Simone couldn’t tell if he was really talking to her or just stating a fact. Still, she responded.
“I know.” Simone couldn’t pretend to know why losing the Dual Pandemonium titles had meant so much to Solidus. In truth it probably had nothing to do with the titles themselves but rather the group they belonged to. Solidus had been more than on-edge than ever since Dante resurfaced and with Joe and Denni aligning themselves with him that meant that every bit of tension was geared toward them as well. He couldn’t stand to lose to a single one of them, not after everything that had happened already. It was a war Solidus was fighting, a full-scale war that started the moment that Dante ever threatened Solidus and the things he held dear. Simone knew she was at the heart of it all and yet Solidus refused her help. Refused to let her comfort him. He barely even talked to her when he was like this.
“Come on. Let me clean up your hands.” she said. She grabbed his hands and pulled him up to his feet. He pulled back his hand however and shook his head.
“I’m fine. I still have more work to do.” Simone’s heart sank as he pulled away from her. Quickly she reached out and pulled him back. She nudged up closer to him, kissing his neck.
“You can stop working. It’ll be alright, I promise. We can even have some fun…” Simone tried to tease him. Tried to get him to want her. Tried to get him away from the war he fought. But it didn’t work.
“Sorry. I can’t.” Solidus pulled back once more and Simone knew she’d lost. She retreated and watched him sink back into the darkness. She didn’t know exactly where he intended to go, but only that he intended to go until the end. Until Joe and Denni had fallen. Until Axl was off his throne. Until The Jester was no more. All she could do is watch the man she loved be consumed as he confronted these problems with the same rage, passion, fury, and resolve she saw in his eyes. He was fighting a war. A war for her, she knew, and everything else he held dear.
He would not lose again.
This was his promise. And she believed it.
“Ngh!” Solidus grunted as his fist pounded into the leather-wrapped punching bag. His fist was dry, the skin cracked and bloody. He’d been at it for hours, pounding away frustration after frustration. Simone watched during the entirety of it, wishing there was something she could do to help. If only she could just comfort him, bring him peace of mind with a touch or kiss or… anything. But she knew well enough that Solidus had moments in time where he simply could not be reached. Times where he had to be left alone and sort things out on his own. Still, she felt helpless just watching him deal with things on his own.
“Rgh!” Solidus grunted again, this time because he had broken through the leather and now gravel was spilling out from the punching bag and all over the floor. Simone moved forward to help but he shot her a look that warned her to stay away. Solidus stooped forward and picked up a handful of sand. He clenched his fist, feeling the rough texture press against his palm. He thought about the tiny particles in his hand. So rough, so frail… not unlike himself or any other human being. He squeezed tighter and tighter feeling his skin shred itself on a microscopic level as the sand grated against it. And then he let the sand fall, rock by rock. He watched it cascade to the ground, like water falling from the sky and then crashing down in a momentous splash. He stood there just watching for a moment until all the sand had slipped from his fingers-… and then he started punching the ground.
“Solidus…” Simone watched with a peaked concern as her fiancé drew a mixture of blood and sand up into a mist clouding the air around him. She saw in him fury, rage, desperation, and resolve. These things shone like diamonds in his eyes as he continued punching the ground and dirt with relentless pursuit. He yelled out, grunted, and shouted as he continued. Finally he stopped, his look frozen as he saw his hand imbedded with sandy gravel and dripping with blood. He collapsed then, sitting down and breathing hard. Simone went to him then, putting her arm around his shoulders. He picked up a towel and patted it against his forehead, wiping the sweat free from his skin.
“I’m not going to lose Simone. Not again.” Simone couldn’t tell if he was really talking to her or just stating a fact. Still, she responded.
“I know.” Simone couldn’t pretend to know why losing the Dual Pandemonium titles had meant so much to Solidus. In truth it probably had nothing to do with the titles themselves but rather the group they belonged to. Solidus had been more than on-edge than ever since Dante resurfaced and with Joe and Denni aligning themselves with him that meant that every bit of tension was geared toward them as well. He couldn’t stand to lose to a single one of them, not after everything that had happened already. It was a war Solidus was fighting, a full-scale war that started the moment that Dante ever threatened Solidus and the things he held dear. Simone knew she was at the heart of it all and yet Solidus refused her help. Refused to let her comfort him. He barely even talked to her when he was like this.
“Come on. Let me clean up your hands.” she said. She grabbed his hands and pulled him up to his feet. He pulled back his hand however and shook his head.
“I’m fine. I still have more work to do.” Simone’s heart sank as he pulled away from her. Quickly she reached out and pulled him back. She nudged up closer to him, kissing his neck.
“You can stop working. It’ll be alright, I promise. We can even have some fun…” Simone tried to tease him. Tried to get him to want her. Tried to get him away from the war he fought. But it didn’t work.
“Sorry. I can’t.” Solidus pulled back once more and Simone knew she’d lost. She retreated and watched him sink back into the darkness. She didn’t know exactly where he intended to go, but only that he intended to go until the end. Until Joe and Denni had fallen. Until Axl was off his throne. Until The Jester was no more. All she could do is watch the man she loved be consumed as he confronted these problems with the same rage, passion, fury, and resolve she saw in his eyes. He was fighting a war. A war for her, she knew, and everything else he held dear.
He would not lose again.
This was his promise. And she believed it.
