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| Short... But It Makes The Point; ~ Momoko Wakari RP ~ | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 2 2007, 09:31 PM (42 Views) | |
| xwca | Jul 2 2007, 09:31 PM Post #1 |
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Opening up to the sight of a rack of hideous sharpened instruments… and I do mean “instruments” as in “miscellaneous objects used for cooking, gardening and general nastiness” and not “items of interest that your rhythmically-retarded Emo brother would be interested in”… wouldn’t be much of a stretch of the imagination given the individual in question sat at a desk with her lush shining pink pigtails carefully organising the said bladed objects on the rack in an assumingly organised fashion. Placing a well-worn butcher’s knife with a jagged blade on the rack, Momoko gives a momentary glance in our direction… a look full of apathy and condescendence as her eyes trail down to the weapons still at her desk before giving a small utterance to what was on her mind. Momoko: Wakari Momoko desu, Pinku no Akuma… Duburo Campioneh… …evidently in Japanese Momoko: It has been nearly a year since I first stepped into an FIW ring… nearly one whole year since I first swung a Stop Sign at someone’s face for a worldwide audience. And in all that time it only took me the space of a single month to rake in two championship straps to my name… two useless great hunks of leather and tin which everyone seems to be foaming at the mouth to get their grimy little hands on. It‘s somehow ironic, in a way, how something someone could have bought for twenty-five dollars off any of your usual specialist websites dotting around the Internet could be worth murdering another human being over… but I can get over that. The Pink-Haired Demon places a solitary scalpel as seen from ER, Holby City and other such medical-related dramas on TV… ahem… she places the scalpel on the desk before turning her head towards the camera, flashing a callous glare at the camera. Momoko: Crackerjack… I’m certain you’ve spent hours, days… maybe even the entire month waiting, longing for this chance. I can’t imagine you would have been seething at the fact I got to Onikage first, because God only knows the hate I would have felt had I been denied my chance to rectify an entire career‘s worth of anguish would have been a thousand times more destructive than anything you could experience. One question, Jack… do know of the phrase “choosing the lesser of two evils” by any chance? Think of it this way… if given the option, out of which would you choose. Facing me in a no-rules contest or facing me in a singles match where I am in the mindset to commit acts that not even Joseph Mengele would have had the stomach to do? Would you rather I come into ReVolt this coming Friday with the intent to walk away with my hand raised… or walk into the arena with the intent to ensure you leave that ring on a stretcher? A terrible silence falls over the scene as Momoko’s frown burns into the scene… figuratively, I mean. Pyrokinesis isn’t something that’s in her moveset, see. Momoko: Think about it… And we fade to black |
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