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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 24 2005, 12:07 PM (44 Views) | |
| Tiff | Mar 24 2005, 12:07 PM Post #1 |
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Sam is sprawled on the mats of the local guy (gym, in case you haven’t been keeping up) wearing a lovely brown and white Elk City High School sweatshirt and staring at the fluorescent lighting as if it were really interesting. And who knows? Sam might just find it to be really interesting. She’s weird like that. Two boots step around her head, those boots following the trail of body parts up to the eyes of Tier, which meet Sam’s. Sam: Hm? Tier: Are you trying to commit the world’s slowest suicide, death by muscleman trampling? Sam: There’s not that many people in here. You, Bill, Victor and I are the only ones. And you all know I’m here. Tier: Maybe I forgot… He lifts his foot and makes to step on Sam’s face, but doesn’t, and replaces it. He smiles. Tier: Seriously, what the hell are you doing? Sam: Just thinking. Tier: Well, I assumed so. It’s not often people don’t have thoughts running through their heads. Though there are those I wonder about… Pause for effect. Tier: Thinking about what. Sam: Dreams. Nightmares. Experiences I don’t have… She shrugs and Tier raises an eyebrow. Tier: You’ve piqued my curiosity. Sam: Which would you like to hear about first, the dream, the nightmares, or my lacking experience? Tier: Tell me about the one with the horsy. Sam laughs. Sam: Sadly I have nothing about a horse. Tier gets tired of craning his neck and moves to sit cross-legged on the floor next to Sam, facing her stomach. Tier: Then tell me whichever you deem most important. Sam sighs and thinks for a moment. You ever notice a lot of time sometimes passes in our RPs, and we just fast-forward it with text? Man, the actual viewers must get bored sometimes, watchin’ Sam think. Then again, Sam’s a hottie. I’d watch her think any day… if she’s thinkin’ naked. Rowr. Sam: Well, the nightmares are probably the most important ‘cuz they’re having the biggest effect on me. The dream was just… kind of amusing. Experiences are… well… I don’t know. Tier: I’ll take door number one, Bob. Tier’s face darkens for a second after he says that, but it quickly fades. Sam: Ah, door number one would have the nightmares. I don’t remember them, really. I know I thrash a lot. Usually kick bill quite a few times. I wake up usually pretty paranoid… cold sweat kind of a thing. I think I know what they’re about, but because I don’t remember them I’m not quite sure. *sighs* They started up after Bill and I had sex the first time. That part really bothers me because… well I don’t know why. There’s a lot of things I don’t know. Tier: Mm. Have you done it since then? The sex. Sam: Yeah, a few times. Tier: And did the nightmares intensify? Sam: I don’t… I don’t know. You’d almost have to ask Bill if I’d kicked him harder. Tier: You didn’t. Sam: How do you know? Tier: Bill and I spoke. We do talk without you around, y’know. Sam: Well I figured. I just didn’t realize he’d tell you about that kinda stuff. Tier half-shrugs. Tier: It was a warning, really, that his legs kinda hurt. Nothing serious, and he’s not gotten worse since he first told me. I had the… experience of seeing his little ribbon promo, so I can accurately measure the time. Sam smiles, ‘cuz the bow thing was funny. Sam: So, then I guess they probably didn’t get worse. I really don’t remember anything that goes on in them. Tier: My guess would be that the timing was arbitrary. You’ve had these dreams before? Sam: Yeah, a few times. Tier: Mm. I wouldn’t worry about it. The less you worry about something, the less it exists. Sam: I guess you’re right, it’s just been bothering me lately. Tier nods, ‘cuz that’s one of those things he does. Sam: So, moving on to door two, then? Tier: Sounds logical. Sam: Not really bothering me, but I had a dream the other night, and uh… it was kind of a lengthy one, in the end after fighting some ice princess thing—in Hell, by the way, Hell kinda froze over—the Devil thanked me and a group of kinda strange people that I don’t know, and offered uh, kind of a… wish… sort of thing? He mentioned that he had Bill’s immortal soul. He won it in a checkers game, ‘cuz he doesn’t know how to play chess. But instead of trying to get Bill’s immortal soul back I just asked to have, ah, my car fixed from a bobcat crapping in it… or something. Sam makes a squinty face and kinda sighs. Sam: I don’t really know what that was all about. I was just… tryin’ to maybe analyze it a little… in my brain. Tier: You think Bill can take care of himself and are, of course, not worried about his affairs. Bill is the same way. Just as you don’t need to get his immortal soul, no matter how important, he isn’t going to clean bobcat shit out of your Viper. Sam: Leave it to you to solve it in once second whereas I’ve been thinking about it for, probably about an hour now… Tier: It’s why everyone loves me. Backslash sarcasm. Sam: You did call me in the dream, by the way. Didn’t sound like yourself. Tier: Who did I sound like? Sam: I don’t know. Just not you. The reason for calling me, by the way, was that you dialed the wrong number. Tier: I don’t usually use the phone. I think I’ve called… four people in my life. Sam: Then why do you have one? Tier: I got it when Kailey and I were dating, and I was running errands in NGIW, and she was touring with FIW. I didn’t have as much time as I do now, so I didn’t get any chances to jet back and forth from FIW to NGIW, like I do now. I called her. And when I was with her, I’d call Wight to get things in NGIW squared away. Sam: Huh. Hm. Makes sense, I guess. But why do you still have it? Tier: To talk to Wight about NGIW stuff while I’m here, and Bomb every now and then. Sam nods, satisfied. Tier: So. Door number three? Sam sits up and turns to face him, tucking her heels under her thighs. Sam: FIW has been my first and only fed. I didn’t even do the indy thing at all, so I’m… I dunno. Starting to wonder about how things are done other places. Tier: Usually? Poorly. Sam: Yeah, but sometimes that goes for FIW, too. Tier: I tend to blame Madison. She allows personal vendettas to cloud her eyes, and even a stack of bills won’t fan them away. Sam: I’ve pretty much avoided her so far, but I’m expecting a bill for all the lights I’ve popped. Tier: She takes it out of your check. Sam: Oh! Hm. I hadn’t noticed, actually. I should really read those things. Tier: Mm. *shrugs* It’s fun, sometimes, to see what all you’ve broken that month. Sam: I was honestly thinking about checking out NGIW for a little while. Tier: Heh. Sam: I figured you’d be the best one to talk to about that. Tier: Only one man who’s better. What did you want to know? Sam: I’m just curious if you think it’d do me any good to experience another fed. Tier leans back, clutching his shins so he doesn’t fall over. He looks at the lights, blinking his soulless eyes, then returns to face her. Tier: It depends. Sam: On… what? Tier: When. How. You. Sam: Well, at least not for a little while. I don’t wanna go in NGIW and still have to defend my title at FIW. I’d take a break from here to go there. Tier: *nods* There are those that try to do both; compete both places. I’m sure you’re familiar with the lack of Elrick’s success and the amount of ridicule Nightmare receives. Sam: Yeah, I am. S’why I’d never do both at once. Tier: I’m also unsure how well you’d fare. NGIW is a much more violent, dangerous terrain than FIW. A concussion there is like a bruise here. Sam: Yeah, I’ve thought about that. I didn’t like how much the concussion effected me. But getting used to them is just a bad idea. Tier: They’re… interesting. I don’t like getting them, that’s for sure. But they’re like a badge of pride, y’know? You hang out with your fellow wrestlers and say “how many do you have?” It’s like comparing scars, though I always win that one. He smiles a bit, amused with his full-body tapestry. Sam looks at her forearms, streaked veeeery faintly with white here and there. Sam: Yeah, you even have me beat, there. Tier raises an eyebrow. Tier: You had to look? Have you never seen my back? Sam: I’ve never… looked very closely. She shrugs and Tier makes the effort to turn around. He dusts the few hairs brushing his collar away to show the full array of scars on his back. Tier: This is from Evil Intentions, 2003. Myself and 2 Dope in my dream match; no-ropes barbed-wire exploding flaming baseball bat on a pole match. And we never got to the baseball bat. Between the C4, the light tubes, and the barbs things were bad enough. This particular array came from a series of boards, and being repeatedly whipped into the barbed wire ropes. I kept them as a reminder. Sam gets on her knees to get a closer look, gingerly running her hand over them. Sam: Damn… Tier: It was the real beginning of my career. My first real victory. The first notch in the Legacy. My scars are a part of me as much as my eyes, my hair, my face, my soul. Sam moves back to her former seating position and Tier turns back around, sitting with his knees up, arms rested atop them. Sam: And that’s… in a less extreme way… what I’m looking for. I’m not looking to, y’know, get the shit beat out of me, to have scars like that. I’m looking for something more than simple wrestling moves, DDTs and suplexes from week to week to week. Tier nods, understanding. Sam: I know NGIW would probably push me over my edge, but that’s probably what I need. I’ve kind of been a little lost here since… y’know, the voodoo left. Tier: It can be difficult. I myself tend to fuck off and disappear for a while, though it’s usually due to my injuries. My head isn’t always in the game… or it wasn’t. These days I feel more pure than I ever have. I’m not sure if NGIW holds exactly what you seek, but it would be a learning experience. Sam: *nods* And that’s what I’m wanting; experience. Tier: Talk to Wight. His number’s not hard to find. He has plants putting his calling card on the bulletin board and slipping it into wrestlers’ hands and under locker room doors all the time. Sam: Yeah, I think I’ve got… four, now? Tier nods. Sam: Well, now you know what’s behind all my doors. An almost sly smirk crosses his face. Tier: I should get back to Bill. Not quite finished with him yet… Sam lays back down the way she was. Sam: I have to think of new things to put behind the doors. It’s no fun if you know what’s back there. Tier smiles softly and nods once before leaving Sam to her light-gazing. |
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