Post by styg on Jun 14, 2014 13:03:58 GMT -6
The video is of much lower production quality than one would usually expect from Laurel Anne Hardy, and the setting is not her trademark broken-down promo room, nor Jay Pride's gym, but what is very evidently her bedroom. It's as much a riot of colour and noise as the woman herself; the walls are covered with hand-painted murals, vintage postcards, and posters for obscure arthouse movies and classic Japanese and Mexican wrestling shows.
Laurel herself is sat on the bed with her arms around her knees, a bright floral blanket wrapped around her body. Her usual vibrancy and energy are muted, and not just from the low-def resolution. She smiles weakly.
"Hey everyone. Ahm... thank you for watching this."
She looks up for a moment as shadows change and some incomprehensible murmuring is heard. Whoever else is in the room, we can't tell. Laurel nods lightly and looks back to the screen. "So, uh, I've got somethin' important to talk about. It's... kind of an admission, I guess? Or like... an explanation of... certain things I've..."
She closes her eyes and sighs, looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable. There's more offscreen muttering, and Laurel nods again. "Um. So. About seven months ago, I - took the Hare PCL-R which, which is a psychiatric evaluation for-" -she clears her throat quickly- "-psychopathy. And uh, I scored 23 out of 40. And the like, the uh, cutoff is 25. So, you know, I'm not a psychopath. But..." She rubs her face, looking pale. Her tone of voice is subdued. "...I know I... can lean that way sometimes. I," and she coughs lightly, "I was declared..."
...she looks away.
"...borderline psychopathic. In the last few months I... have come to... look, I know I've hurt people sometimes, people like Evangelista. People like my brother. I know I've done... certain things that... maybe weren't always the most rational thing. And... I just... it's time to be open about it. I know... maybe... people see me and Annie Zellor as mismatched, in... how we... our outlook. Or... whatever. An' Evangelista, Allison, both very... serious, very no-nonsense. Um. Straightforward, I guess. I can get a bit more, ahm, obtuse sometimes in how I tackle problems."
She clears her throat again, then glances offscreen. After some more mumbling, she smiles gratefully before returning her attention to the camera. "Um. I've got good friends in wrestling, keeping me on the straight and narrow. Not just my brother an' my tag team partners. Jay Pride, Mia Scott, Chaz Holiday, Matt Kail, OOKAMI no Chi... lots of others. And I wanna say thank you to all of them for supporting me, being... so understanding and patient. I..."
Laurel's eyes start to shimmer, just ever so slightly. Her voice is almost a whisper.
"I'm trying to be better. I promise. I, I don't want to be like Malcolm Drake. I know I'm better than that. I just have to... you know... not forget that fact. Um. Thanks for watching this."
And she smiles weakly as she flashes a peace sign and says, "Stay fabulous, guys. And... thanks again."
Fade.
Laurel herself is sat on the bed with her arms around her knees, a bright floral blanket wrapped around her body. Her usual vibrancy and energy are muted, and not just from the low-def resolution. She smiles weakly.
"Hey everyone. Ahm... thank you for watching this."
She looks up for a moment as shadows change and some incomprehensible murmuring is heard. Whoever else is in the room, we can't tell. Laurel nods lightly and looks back to the screen. "So, uh, I've got somethin' important to talk about. It's... kind of an admission, I guess? Or like... an explanation of... certain things I've..."
She closes her eyes and sighs, looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable. There's more offscreen muttering, and Laurel nods again. "Um. So. About seven months ago, I - took the Hare PCL-R which, which is a psychiatric evaluation for-" -she clears her throat quickly- "-psychopathy. And uh, I scored 23 out of 40. And the like, the uh, cutoff is 25. So, you know, I'm not a psychopath. But..." She rubs her face, looking pale. Her tone of voice is subdued. "...I know I... can lean that way sometimes. I," and she coughs lightly, "I was declared..."
...she looks away.
"...borderline psychopathic. In the last few months I... have come to... look, I know I've hurt people sometimes, people like Evangelista. People like my brother. I know I've done... certain things that... maybe weren't always the most rational thing. And... I just... it's time to be open about it. I know... maybe... people see me and Annie Zellor as mismatched, in... how we... our outlook. Or... whatever. An' Evangelista, Allison, both very... serious, very no-nonsense. Um. Straightforward, I guess. I can get a bit more, ahm, obtuse sometimes in how I tackle problems."
She clears her throat again, then glances offscreen. After some more mumbling, she smiles gratefully before returning her attention to the camera. "Um. I've got good friends in wrestling, keeping me on the straight and narrow. Not just my brother an' my tag team partners. Jay Pride, Mia Scott, Chaz Holiday, Matt Kail, OOKAMI no Chi... lots of others. And I wanna say thank you to all of them for supporting me, being... so understanding and patient. I..."
Laurel's eyes start to shimmer, just ever so slightly. Her voice is almost a whisper.
"I'm trying to be better. I promise. I, I don't want to be like Malcolm Drake. I know I'm better than that. I just have to... you know... not forget that fact. Um. Thanks for watching this."
And she smiles weakly as she flashes a peace sign and says, "Stay fabulous, guys. And... thanks again."
Fade.