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| In and Out of Darkness, In and Out of Sleep; A Genesis for Kiyoshi Nakahata? | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 22 2007, 02:03 AM (34 Views) | |
| Dai | Nov 22 2007, 02:03 AM Post #1 |
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Captain SPARKLE~!!!
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With the disappearance of the red stationary LED man, and his replacement, an LED man who looks like he's ready to go somewhere, the rush across the street begins. In the crowd, two men in particular are noticable; one of the two for his extra-ordinary height. Six Foot Five may not be surprisingly tall for a wrestler in the ring, but in a crowd of Mexicans, a sunburnt*, pale giant with a black pony tail fluttering in the breeze behind him, Stacy Crowe does stick out. As does the man next to him, although for a slightly different reason. This being Mexico, it's warm; even for November, and it seems a little off that on such a warm day that anyone should be walking about with their heads obscured by hoods. Not that Kiyoshi Nakahata has ever been one to do anything to draw attention to himself.** Anyhow, as they begin to cross the street, it seems that they are discussing the important business of the day... Stacy: ... At least this week you get the chance to actually use some of that pent up hatred constructively. Not like having to stand there smouldering while your partner swans in and steals your win, is it? Kiyoshi: If I recall rightly, While Hutch was swanning, I was covering for him, making sure that his pin did not get broken up. If anything, I was glad to be rid of him. As they maneuver through the crowd, Stacy ponders this. Despite being as much as twice the size*** as the people they're pushing through, both still take the trouble not to charge through the crowd. Stacy: Fair enough, I suppose. Dunno about you, but I felt kinda gypped for you when he did that. Kiyoshi: I expected nothing less from him. In fact, I would not be surprised if he still felt some amount of pride from that one fall he got from me. Neither are important. Especially not to him, if even "his girl" turns her back on him. His eyes can be seen rolling in the shadow under his hood as he smartly sidesteps a three piece suit talking on his mobile phone. Kiyoshi: That dream is gone for Mr. Hutchinson. Or perhaps it is merely on hold. Either way, I am quite ready to smash his dream... No, not a dream. Nothing so noble as a dream for him; just a passing fancy that he might just want to steal his way back into the sights of the Dual Crown while he drops away from the attention of Miss Sommers. The Yeti clenches his fist in front of him and looks at it as he adds to this thought. Kiyoshi: So close, Stacy; I can feel it... Right on the tips of my fingers, I can feel them... Before he can elaborate, he walks into someone. Not that you really need me to tell you what 'they' are that are on the tips of his fingers. Disturbed for a moment, he bows slightly and apologies in Japanese to young woman, again on a mobile phone. She doesn't take the interruption of he critically important phone call too well, but doesn't really press the issue when she looks up at Kiyoshi's determined face, staring at a point that just so happens to be behind her. Stacy: The spring blossoms falling from the trees cannot sway the blade of destiny on it's way to righteousness, right? As much as he tries, Stacy can't keep a completely straight face as he says that, and he cracks even further when Kiyoshi looks at him, and rolls his eyes. Kiyoshi: I had no idea that you could be so poetic. Stacy: Oh hell yeah. You're not just some barbarian, Kiyo-san, you're a tragic lovelorn figure, denied the light of your life and cursed to be eternally wasting the foolishly foolhardy foolishness of foolish fools who think to stand in your way. You can't help but inspire art, whatever you do. Kiyoshi: Thank you for that, Ms. von Karma... He trails away, ending the dry, tongue-in-cheek exchange as he looks at something down his chest, under his hoodie, and thinks about whatever's in there. The Constant Reader may understand the significance of this action; Stacy certainly does, and is cowed somewhat. Stacy: Oh... Still not decided then? No reply, as Kiyoshi's eyes return to where he's going after bouncing off another pedestrian. Kiyoshi: No, I have not. But, whatever happens next will not change these last two matches. Hutch in the first, then Xtreme Kitten in the second. I do not know if I can leave without... His right hand claws at the air in front of him. Kiyoshi: But what will be left of my soul if I remain? I have spent nearly a year, fighting on alone; and here I am at the with these two resolutions... A shake of the head stops whatever Stacy was going to say to this. Kiyoshi: No. I must know. I cannot even entertain the thought that I might lie down after everything just to slip out in the night... I must know... And on that thought, the camera loses the two in the crowd, as they turn off the road that they've been led down all this time. Jorge tries to catch up with them, but it's too late... [size0]* Not entirely burnt mind, just kind of pinkish. ** Which is a little strange, because the way he looks just naturally draws attention. *** By weight, at least. And even then this only applies to the really skinny people. And children. |
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