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| Minister Wighty | Jul 5 2007, 01:01 AM Post #1 |
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Our cameras open up on none other than Lord Odin, God of Rock. He's leaning against a hallway wall (like you couldn't tell by the title of the RP) with his axe sort of at his side, arms crossed, and one leg bent to flatten his sole against the bricks. He nods at the camera and clears his throat before he starts talking. Odin: Y'know, Skuld and I had a quick discussion the other afternoon about the competition I've got ahead of me in the huge multi-person battle royale... and it seems a lot of the contenders didn't take too kindly to what was said. He half-shrugs and looks down the hall. Shadows move as though workers are readying something, but it's off-camera so we'll never really know what, now will we? He turns back with a slow, almost lazy eye. Odin: For the most part, everyone seems to have their head in the game. There are really only two people who don't seem to know what the hell they're talking about. One I'll get to in a few minutes, but let's serve up the first; Sean Madrox. Odin shifts his leaning leg. I reckon he's been leaning for some time. Lactic acid and all. Odin: First of all my hometown is Asgard Falls, Wyoming... not Wisconsin. Secondly, precisely how wise is it to publicly question the intellect of the people who give you your paychecks every week? I mean, don't misunderstand... if Krahe were doing something as foolish as Vince McMahon might do on an episode of Monday Night RAW then I could understand retaliation, but as far as I can tell you're upset because he put you in a match... which IS your job... against other wrestlers, which are THEIR jobs... to be entertaining... which are ALL of our jobs. Odin looks more than a little perplexed, but shrugs it off. Odin: As for your crack about trailer parks, a quick Google search shows there's about 80 trailer parks around my hometown and just a few hundred under three thousand around yours. And lastly... I find it utterly amusing that you complain I judge people by their clothing... people who dress like ninjas and so on... then make a joke about the fact that I wear t-shirts... and jeans. Not to mention your earlier remarks about La Lesbiana's mask driving you mad. He shrugs once more, making him an obvious contender for Tier's "most shrugs in a promo" title. Odin pushes off the wall and stands in the middle of the hall, thumbs hooked through his belt loops. Odin: You were right about one thing, though. I need to get out and talk to my fellow wrestlers. Specifically those that seem to have the wrong idea about me. We pan left and see he's standing in front of the women's locker room door. He raps it twice, quickly, with his knuckles and awaits a response. We’re forced to wait a few moments before the door is pulled open far enough for someone to peer out. That someone is Jaime Lee. Hmm, I wonder if that’s exactly who Odin wanted to talk to. Let’s watch (or read rather) and find out. Jaime: Hi! That’s a very upbeat “Hi”, for the record. Almost as if she and Odin are good ole buddies that are meeting up with one another for a fun night on the town. I don’t think they really are going out tonight though. Odin: Salutations. Forgive me for asking the obvious, but you're Jaime Lee, right? Jaime gasps at the question, her eyes lighting up with twinkle of surprise. Jaime: Yes! OMG! That is too freaky. I don’t know you. Do I? Jaime appears to be trying to see her eyebrows as she thinks that question over to herself. Odin stares for just a second, long enough to shake his head oh-so-very slightly. Odin: Not yet... I am Odin. You... spoke of me earlier this week. You can see him considering extending his hand, but he decides against it, not quite sure what reaction that would get. You automatically lose 10 cool points if someone refuses your handshake, and Odin is not down with that. That clicks with Jaime, so obviously she remembers speaking of him. And possibly remembers seeing his discussion with Skuld. That spark of recognition in her eyes shifts suddenly to apprehension, causing her eyes to become a little shifty in their effort to avoid his. Jaime: Oh… right. You’re, like, mad at me or something? Odin notices Jaime's shifty eyes that Skuld mentioned and tenses up a bit, but tries to carry on the conversation. Odin: No... actually. I think you're mistaken. All I said of you was that you seemed to be a fierce warrior with a nice figure. Skuld was the one who called you... ehm... what was it? A twelve year old schoolgirl? His eyes roll upward, actually searching for the right words. Despite what many make take as an insult (the twelve-year-old school girl comment) or sexist (the focusing on her figure), Jaime actually breathes a sigh of relief and giggles to herself. She pulls the locker room door open more and thrusts herself into the hallway. She grins and sticks her hand out towards Odin in search of a handshake. Jaime: Sorries. I just get so many people taking what I say the wrong way. And then they totally freak out on me when I so didn’t mean it the way they took it. That’s not my fault, right? Yes, folks, her hand remains extended throughout all of that. She doesn’t seem to notice how odd that is. Odin clasps it and gives it a firm pump; not one of treating a lady delicately; but the handshake one would give a friendly rival. Odin: I'm quite glad. Misconception is the mother of hatred. Odin shouldn’t say things like that to Jaime. You know, things that require a lot of thought. Because she doesn’t really pick up on things like that. You’d probably expect her to ask who misconception’s father is and actually, it looks like she’s going to but she only gives it a passing thought. Jaime: Yeah, okay. If you say so. She just shrugs and giggles, excepting his word as gospel as it would seem. Jaime: So you came by for… something… did you say already because if so, I forgot. Oh! My figure? You’re not, like, asking me out… are you? Because I’m totally not interested. I mean, no offense! You seem really great but I already have… a companion. And that’s really all I have time for right now what with this whole wrestling job thing. But I’m flattered! Really, really. Aw, isn’t she cute? I hope people think so, because she’s not trying to be conceited. She’s just reacting to what she’s heard. And as you could probably tell, trying her hardest to let him down easy so she doesn’t hurt his feelings. See? She cares about people. Odin looks just the teensiest bit confused, then shakes his head. Odin: No... I mean, you're quite the attractive woman, but I wasn't... He stops as though Jaime's own personal ADD has somehow clogged HIS brain. Odin: I just wanted to clear up that I think you're an able fighter, and one of the opponents I look forward to facing in this match. I hold your talents, from what I've seen-- alongside Ragin', Kiyoshi Nakahata, Prime, La Lesbiana, Grant, Elrick, and Matt Impact. Jaime gasps out (in surprise again) and places a hand over her chest. Too check if her heart stopped? Why do people do that? Jaime: Too sweet! I hope we have a super fun time in the match this Friday. I think it’s going to be totally awesome! But I really gotta get back to… Jaime’s eyes travel back towards the locker room door and it’s obvious she’s trying to think up an excuse to go back inside. But it’s one of those times where you can tell it’s because she doesn’t want to say why she’s REALLY going back inside. Not because she wants to get away from Odin or anything. Jaime: …something personal and private. But good luck Friday and I’ll see ya out there! Jaime heads back into the locker room, looking back to give Odin a thumbs up before closing him out of what whatever personal and private thing (or person?) she might be getting back to. Odin nods at the closed door and turns back to the camera. Odin: Now if only fools like Sean Madrox could be as aware and understanding as our dear Jaime. The camera fades as Odin turns his back on us and wanders off down the hall. |
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