From Sin City to Pleasantville

I don't think I'm naive.

Cynical fella that I am, lately it seems as if I'm always searching for an ulterior motive behind every move - despite the fact that there's generally none! Though I always seem to be hunting for bogeymen behind every closed door, I swear that doesn't stem from the fact that I had a bitterly scarred, untrusting childhood filled with wicked enemies at every corner. Far from that, I think I had a particularly idyllic life.

Though certainly not as charmed a life as some I know.


Watching the world go by?
Just one day with a charter member of the Calvinettes Steel - and I feel like I've just crawled out from the deepest crannies of the dirty, gritty tenements of Sin City only to stumble inadvertently onto the bubble-gum nostalgic streets and avenues of Pleasantville. Sunshiney sweet yet straight and solid like the Steel she's named after, she could be a poster child for wholesome good living in suburbia.

Beside her I feel utterly besmirched :)

Me, I run around turning over rocks to search for conspiracy theories. Crouching bitches, hidden agendas everywhere.

Paul : That demoness practically took you hostage holding your wallet - on the slimmest pretext - and you still think she's kind?
Steel : No, she's trying to be a nice girl.
Paul : In Pleasantville sure! Over in my world, she's just a crouching bitch sharpening her malicious claws.
Steel : Wait, wait! Maybe I told it wrong!

Steel doesn't see a monster hiding under the bed, a demon lurking in the closet - or even a sneaky frenemy holding a dagger behind her back.

Sometimes I have to envy that.