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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 8 2007, 04:29 AM (38 Views) | |
| Kryten Shards | Nov 8 2007, 04:29 AM Post #1 |
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FIW's camera fades in from complete black to a lighter shade of the color, the glow of the stars and the moon revealing that it is night time. Even without seemingly any lights in the near by area it is lit in the other worldly beams of the moon. These rays reaching out and embracing every inch of the surroundings and showing them to the camera, every crack in the almost tile like floor and the steel air vents. As well as a door from within the building that opens and leads out onto what the camera man is standing on which appears to be a roof top of some building. In the moon light the figure becomes easy to see and her short yet feminine curved body underneath long black skirt and a hoodie becomes visible. A click of her lighter brings fourth an orange tint to her face that is hidden behind a pair of black thick framed glasses. From deep within her lungs come a sigh mixed with the toxic smoke of the cigarette she is now smoking care freely and her eyes wander. With the lighter still burning in her one hand, it further helps to show her initial shock and then annoyance of some thing on this roof top besides bird droppings. Janine Morrigan: Great... Her near signature dry and cynical tone mutters the word sarcastically under her breath and her leather stomping boots move across the roof top. The lighter's flame dying at her hands when she let's go of the button and simply stashes it back away in her hoodie. Smoke creeps and floats in the air after her, creating an eerie effect in this moonlit night and making her look just as other worldly as the stars. Carefully the camera pans when she grows close to going out of frame and this unveils what made her annoyed, there is another person up here on the roof top! Far from as large as some of the FIW roster member, it is still clearly a man that is sitting on the edge of the roof top with his head tilting downward at the ground. The night's gentle breeze blows his slightly shaggy brown locks and to some degree his dark blue long sleeved t-shirt, and his blue jeans that he is wearing. With her foot steps easily heard his head soon lifts up, craning to the side and one of his crystal blue eyes becoming visible as it reflects the moon's light in it. Panic enters the man's body language briefly and before the camera can get a good look or Janine can, he wraps a black scarf back around his lower face & neck. Ignoring this action, Morrigan saunters closer to the FSC and the camera man takes his cue and does the same, and bothers to zoom in as well. Eventually her boots' loud motions cease when she is a few inches behind the man and standing to the side of him. Bringing it back to her plump lips, the interviewer takes another drag of her death stick as her brooding eyes watch the long ends of the scarf blow in the breeze. After a few moments of Ninja sitting there and Janine standing there she let's out another sigh mixed with the delightful toxic smoke, and clears her throat. Janine Morrigan: So, are you going to jump? Trying her hardest to sound snide in her question and being utterly successful at it, she follows it up by sneering at the wrestler. Slowly EN #2 lowers his head again, his crystal blue eyes staring over the edge and at what awaits whoever decides to take the plunge. Extreme Ninja #2: Not exactly, I was merely gathering my thoughts about every thing that is going on in my life and to say the very least it has been chaotic. Another drag and this time Janine's nostrils flare up like a bull's and smoke pours out of them, her melancholy expression the same as always. Janine Morrigan: Shame. Momentarily her eyes trail back down to the long drop that the second generation Extreme Ninja is staring down at. Janine Morrigan: Worried about the tag team match this week? After all, you have to take on two top contenders in Ash Koopa and Ethan Adams in the match as well as having Drake in the match...or some mindless dribble like that. Softly the FSC shakes his head, the scarf whipping to and fro in the breeze as a result of shaking his head like this. Extreme Ninja #2: I am well aware of the fact that Ash Koopa-dono and Ethan Adams-dono are two very highly skilled and driven competitors. Though I've only faced him a handful of times before now, Ash-dono is some one that I know first hand that you can not over look or be dismissive about. Obviously I know how talented Ethan-dono is, having faced him a few more times than Ash-dono and having traded a few victories between the two of us. Of course, there is also the turn of events that took place last week between the two of us. All the second Extreme Ninja gets in response from the goth is another snorting of air mixed in with smoke that dances along the edge of the roof top. Extreme Ninja #2: When it comes to Drake Love...I can't say I like the man or even respect the man without lying straight through my teeth. He is one of the worst human beings I have ever had the misfortunate of running into in my life and that covers a lot of ground when you consider some I've known. That said...I know that I can trust Drake Love to some extent during this match for two very simple reasons, and are partially what makes him so disgusting. The first is his morbid desire to do any thing to win, and the second is his paranoia that is hitting new lows or highs, depending on you view it, this week. That last bit gets some thing more note worthy of a reaction, Morrigan raising her eyebrow and scoffing at FIW's Original Ninja. Janine Morrigan: Let me get this straight, you can trust your partner this week because...he's fucking nuts? In a brief moment the jaded eyes of Janine Morrigan catches the slightly more innocent crystal blue eyes of Extreme Ninja #2 in a stare. Once it ends and they resume their original stances, she just shrugs her shoulders and takes another drag of her cigarette. Janine Morrigan: Suppose that is better off than some people this week when it comes to the other tag team matches. Her lips part in a small "o" shape and rings of smoke seep through the tiny escape route every few seconds. Janine Morrigan: Then again, like hell if I pay attention to the shit that goes on around here, for all I know that might be worse off than the other people. Just like that, she manages to visibly dash Ninja's hopes that he had settled one of the topics he's been struggling with and had done so on a positive note. Idly the second generation Extreme Ninja's hands cup the air in front of him, his fingers fiddling with one another. Extreme Ninja #2: The match with Ethan Adams-dono for the championship last week has been weighing heavily on my mind as well. I was determined to bring some stability back to the championship and while there is nothing to be ashamed of about a draw, it wasn't what I was looking for. I had hoped that now that I finally had a championship back around my waist again that I could prove myself. I could prove that I belonged in this division and deserved moving up like I have...yet, I'm not entirely sure now if that is the case... Ironically both sigh at the end of this thought, the interviewer in annoyance and the wrestler in sadness. Janine Morrigan: Eh, it was a draw, you still have the belt, the object of the match for Ethan was never to survive you but to defeat you and take the belt away. Just like the object of the match for you never had to be to defeat Ethan, merely to survive the challenge he brought to your door step. Those crystal blue eyes widen a bit at how insightful this actually is coming from the usually far more jaded staff member. She takes a longer drag from her death stick this time but holds up an index finger to tell him not to say a word for the time being. When she let's out a near endless sea of smoke she flicks the only remaining part of her cigarette away, the filter. Janine Morrigan: Let me guess you have one other thing bothering you, the girl, right? There is a small and curt nod from the FSC as his eyes watch the cigarette plummet to it's doom down below. Extreme Ninja #2: Aye, I have such a bag of mixed feelings right now about that entire situation when it comes to Jaime Lee-dono and every thing. I feel like if maybe I had been there for her and been watching more closely that attack wouldn't have happened to her after that championship match she had. Let alone that Drake Love wouldn't have managed to run out there and steal her championship right out from under her nose while she was distracted. Yet, I also felt perhaps it was best to give her space with that other guy showing up recently that she knows and seems to still have feelings for... It is all too much for her to handle, Morrigan let's out a angered sigh and pulls some thing out from her hoodie. The empty soda can soars through the air and decks Ninja on the back of the head before falling off of the roof top of the building. EN #2 cringes and his hands shoot right to the back of his head, cradling the damaged area and wincing slightly as he does so. Janine Morrigan: Are you stupid or just thick?! I could've sworn I heard your other little ninja buddy explained this to you last week; Adam Wilson was a crush pep squad had, yeah. But the entire time she had a crush on him the ass hole used her and abused her as a means to an end, and just over all fucked with her head. Now that he's back he's doing it all over again, and fucking with her head worse than that psycho bitch Roxie or the walking hard-on that is Drake Love. What she would need most now is some one there to fucking comfort her and oh, I don't know, maybe be a...friend? To get her point across further, Morrigan jabs her index finger into the sore spot on Ninja's head and gets him to wince a few more times. Janine Morrigan: Or, is that too much of a foreign concept for a guy that walks around in a mask or a scarf or some other way to hide his face? Syndicalism and sarcasm drip off of that last question, and as FIW's Original Ninja rubs his sore head his eyes have a thoughtful flicker to them. Janine Morrigan: Perhaps rather than sitting up here, being all emo, you actually get prepared for your fucking match this week and prepare to talk to Jaime after it? How about it Romeo? Gradually the second generation Extreme Ninja lifts up his head and looks directly into Janine's eyes again. Extreme Ninja #2: I think you might be onto some thing Morrigan-san... There is a satisfied and moderately smug huff that comes out from the interviewer, not noticing his right hand reaching into his pocket. Only after he pulls it out and reveals that it is holding a small gray reflective orb does she take notice of the hand. Extreme Ninja #2: Thank you Morrigan-san, if you'll excuse me, I have a match involving two rivals and one enemy. As well as a big talk afterwards involving my best friend forever to get prepared for and I have a short amount of time left. Suddenly the FSC throws down the small orb in his hand, and within seconds of making contact with the roof top it shatters and explodes. It fills the entire scene in smoke that leaves Janine coughing and gasping, her hand trying to wave the smoke away from her. Steadily more and more of the smoke moves away from her and reveals that Extreme Ninja #2 is now missing from where he was sitting moments ago. Lightly she grumbles to herself and pulls out another cigarette, sitting down where Ninja was and burning up the end of her cigarette with the lighter. Janine Morrigan: Stupid mother fucker intruding on my smoking spot, using annoying as shit little smoke bombs and toys... Her disgruntle rambling goes unheard as the audio ceases and swiftly the camera fades back into black... |
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