Text log of Vivian “Tex” Serrice  
I don't want to explain, I'm just fucking blinded with rage right now.  The way that every fucking prick goes about these “Emotions” just makes me a little bit sick, how they are acting on feelings…Empty feelings.  I HAD them STOLEN from me a long time ago, I can’t remember that time period, nor want to remember it either.  That was a period of time which defines me now...  
So why the fuck am I pissed? Just these nut cases, the fucking idiots don’t get me.  I’ve been hit on, made passes at, some people even were blatant.  I turned them all down, politely, at first.  But if they keep on going, then I get pissed.  They expect to have me in bed, but I have news for them, I’ve had enough!  I lay into them, making sure my fist met the asshole’s muzzle hard, and hopefully I make them fall to the ground.  Kicking their balls is too cheap, I want to send a clear message.  After that, I walk away, knowing that they are bleeding.  And I’m not afraid if they come after me, I will hurt them, I won’t kill them, but I’ll make sure they feel pain.  If I’m confronted by the same asshole I decked the day before, and that asshole is hostile, I will break bones.  I only have to do this rarely, but every time I make sure that they feel regret.  And if it happens again, they will feel the pain of the years I forgotten.   I said that I can’t remember them, but they are still there, being used, touched, toyed, raped...I’ll make them feel that because at this point, their intent is no different.  
What also makes me sick is when I see these people get all fucking clingy all over each other in the middle of society.  Yeah I get it it’s a date, I’ve been on a few with PEOPLE WHO I TRUST WITH MY LIFE.  But when it’s just in a plain atmosphere, it gets me sick.  Like I want to just walk up in front of them and just puke.  Words cannot define the disgust I have for that shit.  If you want to be like that, do that behind closed doors because I DON’T NEED TO SEE THAT SHIT!  I know it’s all for show, but it works for me like this: Trust speaks better than actions.  That’s why I had an interest in a squadmate of mine, once upon a time.  We broke it off though...Long story, I don’t want to go there but nobody was hurt.  Point being, YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE IN IS FUCKING LAP ALL THE TIME!  God, I fucking hate that.  
I do have my reservations; I’ve been with people who need to talk to mates, mainly because we don’t know if we’re coming home.  My line of work does have a mortality rate.  I honor that.  If it isn’t appropriate, then put it down or I’ll break the device myself...  
Reason of this rant is that I hate relationships not built on trust...they can crash and burn, and I won’t feel sorry.  Hell, I got the title of “Vindictive Vixen” among my squadmates, I guess you can call them my friends.

Just don’t cross me, and everyone will be okay.  
-Tex