The Great Wall

Lan looked down at the floor and avoided eye contact when Bonnie berated her. Lan knew that everything the American was saying was true. She herself had been subject to plenty of abuse—mostly verbal, but also sometimes physical—from Jocelyn. But none of that really mattered to her. Lan looked at Jocelyn and saw a fundamentally good girl hiding inside of a very bad outer shell. It was her hope that she could crack that shell open and reach the real Jocelyn. Not just for her own sake, or for Jocelynâ€s sake, but for the sakes of all these other people whom Jocelyn had hurt.

“I know,” Lan replied quietly. “I know w-what sheâ€s done…but I, umm, I just c-canâ€t help w-wanting…wanting to h-help her.” She watched as Bonnie seemed to get angry again. Lan would grab the Americanâ€s shoulder and pull on it. “Please, j-just…please donâ€t! Iâ€ll t-tell you about A-Allison, b-but you need to let Jocelyn g-go.”

Lan glanced over to her countrywoman, her cheeks turning bright red as Jocelyn called her stupid, retarded, and a cunt, and said that she didnâ€t care about her at all. Lan hadnâ€t expected anything different, but she couldnâ€t help but feel a little dejected. “Jocelyn…” she began. “I…I donâ€t care if you b-beat me up. B-better you beat up me than…than she beats up y-you.” She nodded in Bonnieâ€s direction. “I…j-just couldnâ€t h-handle that at all…”

Bonnie could only shake her head as Jocelyn insulted Yi Lan. It was just sad to hear and watch.

"Damn shame. You ain't know how good you got it." Bonnie muttered with clear disappointment in her voice. This chick was thickheaded. Nothing she could do about that, but what about this Yi Lan girl? Same case scenario, thickheaded.

She swiftly turned to face Yi Lan as she touched her shoulder and pleaded that she release Jocelyn, to stop hurting her. All before hearing some sappy stuff that would normally make Bonnie well up like she was were watching the notebook again... But in reality, she was just plain pissed!

Her hand collided with her forehead. "I ain't gonna just let her go! She ain't to be trusted... AND YOU! How dense you be, man? Better SHE beat you than I beat her? This chick who just puts ya down and talks to you like you ain't shit ta' her? You bout as looney as-" Bonnie began to say before she was suddenly reminded of a situation in the past! The epiphany making her eyes go wide, her jaw dropping as she pointed at Yi Lan, all while the weight of her leg would accidentally increase on Jocelyn to push her flat to the ground.

"...Y-You... You have S-Stockholm Syndrome!" Bonnie stammered as she pointed accusingly to Yi Lan.

Bonnie seemed like a very intense girl. The way she turned suddenly to look at Lan was enough to make the ashen-haired Chinese girl flinch. “I…I know that sheâ€s been a bad…b-been a horrible person! But…but…” Lanâ€s protest derailed. But I can change her with the power of love? That was what she wanted to say, but, of course, she couldnâ€t actually say it. Even if it was obvious now that she had a crush on Jocelyn, she still hadnâ€t actually worked up the courage to admit it out loud yet. Not in so many words, anyway.

“I…I, umm, really think that she c-could be better…i-if she gets a ch-chance…if someone helps her…” Lan stammered, trying to justify her defense of a girl who had, evidently, been nothing but evil ever since she got to AFW.

All of a sudden, Bonnieâ€s demeanor changed. The Americanâ€s eyes got wide, her mouth dropped open, and she started pointing accusingly at Lan, telling her that she had Stockholm Syndrome. Lan jumped back a step, startled by Bonnieâ€s abrupt accusation. “I…w-what?” Lan replied. Stockholm Syndrome? She was fluent in English, but that particular phrase escaped her. Stockholm was the capital of Sweden. And if it was a syndrome…even if she didnâ€t understand the exact connotation, the implication that she was mentally unwell was clear. “I…n-n-no! I…h-honestly, you have to believe that I, ah, r-really mean this!”

"Pft. You wastin yer' time! Ain't you heard all the crap I said before? She and Allison get their jollies off hurtin' people. They aren't here for the sport of Wrestlin', they are here to hurt people. You should just accept that." Bonnie said sternly, though she honestly did have a feeling that this girl was either extremely blind, naive, or under the influence of Jocelyn. It had to be the latter. Who in their right mind would WANT to defend this type of person? She was so foul.

Even as Yi Lan denied what Bonnie had said towards her, Bonnie more or less felt there was no convincing the girl. Whatever convictions she had, they were all in Yi Lan's head and her's alone.

"Bah. You make me feel like the bad guy... And I ain't! I'm doin' whats right! Either way this ain't over by a long shot... But tell ya what stutters, If you can tell me where I can find, Allison Watson, I'll gladly take off without a hitch."

“I…I heard! I know!” Lan replied, trembling a little as she desperately tried to get Bonnie to understand her and why she couldnâ€t let Jocelyn get hurt. “But…but itâ€s Allisonâ€s f-fault…if you g-get rid of her, then…then I think…w-well…” She turned her gaze to the floor. She didnâ€t really like talking about getting rid of someone as if she were organizing a mob hit, but she didnâ€t like Allison, and she saw the tall European woman as the reason for Jocelynâ€s meanness.

“I know youâ€re n-not the bad guy…” Lan replied, letting her arms fall to her sides as she continued to avoid eye contact. “B-but…” She trailed off, leaving that sentence unfinished. She listened to the rest of what Bonnie had to say, her spirits being raised when the American said that she would leave Jocelyn alone if Lan told her where Allison was. To Lan, it was an easy decision. “Y-yes! O-okay! So, she has a s-spa…I can g-get you the address…but, p-please, could you let J-Jocelyn go first…?”

"Words! Use WORDS, Kid!" Bonnie shouted. She doubted the broken, stuttering was anything but a lack of knowing english. She would give Heather a run for her money in terms of stuttering.

"SPA!? That woman has a spa!?" Of all things, a spa!? She doesn't run the center of 'how to be a huge bitch' control? "That's... "That's just batshit... I'm sorry. It is." Bonnie stated as she shook her head, she had NEVER been to a gay ass girlie spa. But she didn't care if that's what she needed to do to beat the ever living narcissistic tar out of that bitches face!

"...Fine." Bonnie said in a stern manner, quickly jumping off of Jocelyn and getting some distance between the two, putting her guard up, one arm resting above her waist and the other in front of her chest, keeping her eyes locked on Jocelyn the whole time.

Jocelyn had been in the position for so long that her body was stiff as Bonnie stepped off her. She crawled away, close to Lan and held one hand on her neck. "Fuckin shite!" She said and dug her fingers into the tile with her free hand. "Scungy... fuckin twat..." Jocelyn growled as she lifted her hand up and tried to grab onto Lan's waist band. <You better not say a single word!> Jocelyn barked at Lan in Mandarin, trying to stare up at her, even while panting softly and wincing from the soreness in her body.

Lanâ€s cheeks reddened. She was using words. So far, no one here had been very sensitive to the fact that she was not only a non-native speaker of English, but also something of a chronic stutterer, thanks to her shy nature.

“Yes…she has a spa,” Lan said, talking slowly so that she wouldnâ€t stutter as much. “I went there…just to get my hair c-cut, and, uh, and my nails done…” She flashed the purple fingernails at Bonnie as a kind of visual aid. “It was…nice. I thought. But then…w-well, then it wasnâ€t.” She glanced from Bonnie down to Jocelyn and back. “But…but I did meet her there,” she said.

She was about to pull out her phone to give Bonnie the address when Jocelyn crawled over to her and grabbed onto her waistband, tugging on Lanâ€s pants. The blonde Chinese girlâ€s face turned bright red and her eyes were wide as she looked down at Jocelyn. “Uh…” she started, momentarily at a loss for words. She took a breath and then continued: <I…I have to say something! I have to tell her!> Her voice would get a little louder: <D-do you want to get killed? Itâ€s…itâ€s that, or itâ€s telling her what she wants to know. You may not care about your own wellbeing…but I do care! So I…Iâ€m taking responsibility f-for your body…your health, you know! P-please…please donâ€t t-try to stop me!>

She turned back to Bonnie, pulling out her cell phone. “I have the address on my phone. I can show it to you, umm, if thatâ€s all you need…”

Lan was, quite possibly, the most horrible person that ever existed. jocelyn clung onto Lan's waistband while the girl continued to spill the beans about Allison. Her free fist ground into the floor as she heard the ashen blonde Chinese girl speak more words of betrayal mixed with sympathetic words for Jocelyn.

<You don't have to do shit, you bitch.> Jocelyn spat in Chinese. Everyone made their own choices. Jocelyn knew that better than anyone because she always chose the wrong ones. Sometimes she did it out of habit because she was used to. She'd chose a wrong choice knowing that it was wrong just because she COULD choose it. Like being loyal to Allison, hating Lan and putting through emotional and physical distress and all sorts of other things.

Jocelyn was panting with her head down as Lan continued. Her body ached and she really didn't know what she should do until she heard Lan say the word cellphone. Jocelyn raised her head and watched Lan offer it. Jocelyn's eyes widened and she lashed her hand out to bat it away. <You're scum of the earth!> She barked in Mandarin and dove at Lan's cellphone, trying to cover it with her body. She turned and looked at Lan.

<W-why!? Why do you have that address saved!?> She demanded.

Rather than pay attention like she should have, Bonnie's first reaction to Yi Lan's next statement was... "You can talk!" She declared loudly before seeing the Chinese girl explain that she went there to get her haircut and her nails done. Bonnie saw the 'handiwork' on Yi Lan and just gave a small nod, she never did girly things like that. Fixing her hair was good enough. For her anyway.

Meanwhile, the Texan eyed Jocelyn who looked as pathetic as ever clinging and tugging on Yi Lan like a child begging their mom to buy that neat new toy. The sight just made Bonnie give a frustrated sigh as she was pretty much tired of all this bull involving Jocelyn and Yi Lan. While she felt Yi Lan was certainly kind, Bonnie believed she was way too naive for her own good, so much that it frustrated her. She just wanted out of here and seemed to be close to doing that as Yi Lan pulled out her cell and was about to flash the address to Bonnie before... *Whap!* the phone was slapped right out of her hands!


"OH FER PETE'S SAKE!!!" Bonnie growled, losing her patience as she watched Jocelyn just slap the phone and cover it like a grenade about to explode. "Get off! Lemme see that!" Bonnie cried as she dove at Jocelyn and tried to pry her hands under her body and try to yank the damn thing free from her grip!