Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Jul 14, 2019 23:57:24 GMT -8
When the scene opens up at the Brentwood, Los Angeles home of Joshua and Astrid Samson, we can see a small moving van parked in the driveway, various sized boxes sitting both just outside the back gate and inside. Catriona MacKenzie walks out the front door of the home, dressed in workout shorts and a sports bra with her hair in a knot on top of her head, grabbing a water bottle that was sitting out of the sun in the back of the moving vans.
Catriona: Moving in the middle of July in Southern California… pure genius.
She shakes her head as she takes a swig from the water bottle. As she does that, a black with silver trim Porsche 911 whips into the driveway behind the moving vans. Stepping out of the classic sports car is a heavily tattooed woman, minus any makeup, with long blue hair, wearing sugar skull leggings and a red tank top. Looking at the grand house, she exhales heavily and begins toward the pathway, not noticing the Samsons’ girlfriend.
Catriona: Um… excuse me. But what the fuck do you think you are doing? I’m not expecting any visitors.
Catriona takes a few steps towards the house, a look of confusion on her face as she takes another sip of water. Startled, the woman quickly goes into a defensive stance.
Woman: Who the fuck are you?
Catriona: No bitch… I should be asking who the fuck are you? I already asked you what you’re doing here. You don’t have the right to just walk into a home that isn’t yours.
Woman: You might want to calm down before I call the moving company and have you fired.
Catriona shakes her head, a slight giggle escaping her lips.
Catriona: I rented this truck to move my belongings into this house… well the pool house. So you can call… but it’s not going to do anything.
Catriona moves so that she’s blocking the woman’s path to the front door.
Catriona: So answer my questions before I call the police and have you carted off for trespassing.
Smirking, the woman crosses her arms over her chest.
Woman: Oh, so it’s you. I guess the rumors are true, huh? You’re the girlfriend.
Catriona: Yeah… I am and there rumors were confirmed MONTHS ago. Who… are… you?
Woman: Well of course I haven’t been mentioned, huh? I wouldn’t expect Joshy to say anything about me and Little Miss Perfect definitely has nothing to say about me.
Relaxing her posture, the woman extends her arm and offers Catriona her open palm.
Woman: I’m Kelli. Kelli Saint.
Catriona: I’ve been told about you… the ex-wife. I’ve been told all about you by both Joshua and Astrid. And I’ve also been told that you’re not supposed to be here. I’ve also been told that if I ever saw you to tell you to fuck off. So… fuck off.
The ex-wife of Joshua Samson pulls her unshaken hand back.
Kelli: Is that right? I’m sure that directive comes directly from Astrid. Joshy, not so much. Is he here?
Catriona: He echoed her sentiments… though not as harshly as she did. Clearly someone doesn’t pay attention to social media or you would know that he’s not here. He, Astrid and her younger sister are all in Italy… Venice specifically if I recall.
Saint eyes the house before gazing back at Catriona.
Kelli: Some of us evolved humans have lives that do not revolve around social media. Italy you say? When are they supposed to return?
Catriona: That is none of my business to divulge nor is it any of your business to know. You are persona non grata.
Kelli: Oh educated. Joshy always liked them with brains. Well I don’t really need you to let me know, Catriona, isn’t it? You see much like you I am also a client of I.S.M. but unlike you, Linda and I are close.
Catriona: She’s also been told to not divulge information… it’s private information. I might not have gone to university or beyond like Asti… but I’m smart… bookwise and street smart. And I was smart enough to know to step between you and that front door.
Kelli: Well my intention was never to go into the home that I built. I’m just here to pay a visit to Joshy. Since he isn’t here would you be so kind as to let him know that all the monies he’s been supporting me with will be returned to his office via cashier check tomorrow. I was here to give it to him myself.
Catriona: I’ll let him know you were here. Though I doubt he’ll be too happy about it.
Kelli: You clearly don’t know Joshy as well as you think you do. You’re going to learn the hard way just like that lil’ piggie Astrid did.
She turns to leave but stops midstep.
Kelli: Nice ink…
Catriona: I can’t say the same about yours though. And didn’t Asti whoop your ass though? You gave up then… so give up now and get back in your overpriced car and drive in the direction you came from.
Kelli: She did indeed. As a wrestler, you know everyone wins and loses. I’m more than woman enough to admit your girlfriend defeated me. Just give Joshy my message please. Good luck, Catriona. You’ll need it.
Chuckling, Kelli turns and walks back to her car to leave.
Catriona: (under her breath) Fuckin’ pyscho.
Catriona keeps her eyes locked on Kelli’s car, not moving an inch until she’s sure she leaves.
Catriona MacKenzie
Kelli Saint
Catriona: Moving in the middle of July in Southern California… pure genius.
She shakes her head as she takes a swig from the water bottle. As she does that, a black with silver trim Porsche 911 whips into the driveway behind the moving vans. Stepping out of the classic sports car is a heavily tattooed woman, minus any makeup, with long blue hair, wearing sugar skull leggings and a red tank top. Looking at the grand house, she exhales heavily and begins toward the pathway, not noticing the Samsons’ girlfriend.
Catriona: Um… excuse me. But what the fuck do you think you are doing? I’m not expecting any visitors.
Catriona takes a few steps towards the house, a look of confusion on her face as she takes another sip of water. Startled, the woman quickly goes into a defensive stance.
Woman: Who the fuck are you?
Catriona: No bitch… I should be asking who the fuck are you? I already asked you what you’re doing here. You don’t have the right to just walk into a home that isn’t yours.
Woman: You might want to calm down before I call the moving company and have you fired.
Catriona shakes her head, a slight giggle escaping her lips.
Catriona: I rented this truck to move my belongings into this house… well the pool house. So you can call… but it’s not going to do anything.
Catriona moves so that she’s blocking the woman’s path to the front door.
Catriona: So answer my questions before I call the police and have you carted off for trespassing.
Smirking, the woman crosses her arms over her chest.
Woman: Oh, so it’s you. I guess the rumors are true, huh? You’re the girlfriend.
Catriona: Yeah… I am and there rumors were confirmed MONTHS ago. Who… are… you?
Woman: Well of course I haven’t been mentioned, huh? I wouldn’t expect Joshy to say anything about me and Little Miss Perfect definitely has nothing to say about me.
Relaxing her posture, the woman extends her arm and offers Catriona her open palm.
Woman: I’m Kelli. Kelli Saint.
Catriona: I’ve been told about you… the ex-wife. I’ve been told all about you by both Joshua and Astrid. And I’ve also been told that you’re not supposed to be here. I’ve also been told that if I ever saw you to tell you to fuck off. So… fuck off.
The ex-wife of Joshua Samson pulls her unshaken hand back.
Kelli: Is that right? I’m sure that directive comes directly from Astrid. Joshy, not so much. Is he here?
Catriona: He echoed her sentiments… though not as harshly as she did. Clearly someone doesn’t pay attention to social media or you would know that he’s not here. He, Astrid and her younger sister are all in Italy… Venice specifically if I recall.
Saint eyes the house before gazing back at Catriona.
Kelli: Some of us evolved humans have lives that do not revolve around social media. Italy you say? When are they supposed to return?
Catriona: That is none of my business to divulge nor is it any of your business to know. You are persona non grata.
Kelli: Oh educated. Joshy always liked them with brains. Well I don’t really need you to let me know, Catriona, isn’t it? You see much like you I am also a client of I.S.M. but unlike you, Linda and I are close.
Catriona: She’s also been told to not divulge information… it’s private information. I might not have gone to university or beyond like Asti… but I’m smart… bookwise and street smart. And I was smart enough to know to step between you and that front door.
Kelli: Well my intention was never to go into the home that I built. I’m just here to pay a visit to Joshy. Since he isn’t here would you be so kind as to let him know that all the monies he’s been supporting me with will be returned to his office via cashier check tomorrow. I was here to give it to him myself.
Catriona: I’ll let him know you were here. Though I doubt he’ll be too happy about it.
Kelli: You clearly don’t know Joshy as well as you think you do. You’re going to learn the hard way just like that lil’ piggie Astrid did.
She turns to leave but stops midstep.
Kelli: Nice ink…
Catriona: I can’t say the same about yours though. And didn’t Asti whoop your ass though? You gave up then… so give up now and get back in your overpriced car and drive in the direction you came from.
Kelli: She did indeed. As a wrestler, you know everyone wins and loses. I’m more than woman enough to admit your girlfriend defeated me. Just give Joshy my message please. Good luck, Catriona. You’ll need it.
Chuckling, Kelli turns and walks back to her car to leave.
Catriona: (under her breath) Fuckin’ pyscho.
Catriona keeps her eyes locked on Kelli’s car, not moving an inch until she’s sure she leaves.
Catriona MacKenzie
Kelli Saint
