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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 19 2007, 10:49 AM (66 Views) | |
| Kryten Shards | Dec 19 2007, 10:49 AM Post #1 |
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From the utter black the FIW camera gradually fades out of the abyss and the camera's picture fades into it's stead. Said picture is full of live due to the people that race to and fro across it and out of the camera's view, many of them dressed in uniforms. Their uniforms consist of dress shoes, slacks and a long sleeved shirt with a vest over it and a tie around the collar, white gloves covering their hands. The handful of other people in this lobby area is dressed from all walks of life, old and young, male and female, civilized and punk. As the front door of this building is pushed and starts revolving it is within the reflection on it's glass that it becomes apparent what this is. Though the faint reflection of the sign outside is mostly in kanji, the word "Hotel" on it is quite clearly in plain English. With as busy as it's staff is they pay little mind to the three strange looking gentlemen that enter the hotel through the revolving door that spins on. The first two with relative ease make it through though the third and smaller of the trio struggles, and briefly gets his shirt caught in the door. He manages to free himself and throw his body back a few paces before he catches his balance, and plants his one foot down. Hastily he brushes off his white t-shirt with a large red with golden outlines circle in the middle of it, and within it sits a dragon. The dragon symbol looking quite familiar and much like the circle that encloses it, the dragon is red with golden trimmings on it's scaled body. It states below it in kanji some thing and even further below that "Extreme Ninja Dojo". This very same shirt in different sizes is on the trio, similarly they are all wearing the same thing on every other item of clothing too. In near eerie timing their foot steps clothed in black and white converse tennis shoes are exact with one another. Each with a white scarfs around their necks and the lower half of their heads their scarves reaching over their noses & partly hiding them. The largest of them is in black jeans while the middle one is in plain blue jeans and the smallest is in a baggy pair of faded blue jeans. Extreme Ninja #3: I still say it's a good idea. Resifting his bag on his shoulder with a small grunt, the Second Generation Extreme Ninja shakes his head. Extreme Ninja #2: And, I still say it is pointless. Out of frustration EN #3 throws his arms up into the air and grumbles. Extreme Ninja #3: Honestly! You did it before and it looked great! A small snort of an exhale pushes it's way through Ninja's nostrils and he eyes his comrade. Extreme Ninja #2: Because you talked me into it then, and only one person managed to notice it in the short time I tried it. Those crystal blue eyes become a little colder and drift away from his fellow ninja, his steps still in time with the others yet a little more dragging. Extreme Ninja #2: Besides, I have to be and should be focusing on the contest I have this week than suggestions on self-improvement by you. Amidst his speaking the FSC's eyes dart down and take a quick peak at his pants' pocket that doesn't go unnoticed by EN #3. Extreme Ninja #3: Still hasn't replied? There is a small shake of EN #2's head, his shaggy brown locks swish along with it. Extreme Ninja #2: No, though I'm unsure if my responses have gotten through because my reception has been on the fritz. Moments later his eyes widen a bit and glare back to the other man walking to the right of him. Extreme Ninja #2: Don't try and get me distracted by changing the subject either. Rolling his eyes and giving a small shrug, the Third Generation Extreme Ninja looks back at their little buddy. Extreme Ninja #3: I don't see what you are so worried about, it's just some chick that's come back that wants to try and do the impossible. And, that's take the championship away from Jaime...oh plus that guy- These words slip out from beneath his scarf but the sentence never gets to finish thanks to Ninja interrupting him. Extreme Ninja #2: That guy that has played mind games with Jaime-dono, and has badly hurt her by attacking her with a kendo stick in the past. It further troubles her both bodily and mentally in days like these that it seems like the entire world is out to get her at times. As well as a guy that has weaseled his way into the division I am the champion of and has taken a comfortably seat near the top of my contenders. Yet lacks any thing that resembles what most would consider a sense of honor or a moral code or even fighting spirit. Imaginary venom spews fourth in a mixture with these words and his comrade takes note of this, throwing up his hands defensively. Extreme Ninja #3: Sorry, okay, not just some guy. The curt nod the champion gives his fellow ninja appears to be his way of accepting the apology, even if sarcastic. Extreme Ninja #2: If I can help it this bout will be my chance to ensure a man that gives men a bad name like him doesn't get any closer. For some reason this statement perks the interest of the artistic ninja, his eyes dashing over to the frame of FIW's O.G. Ninja. Extreme Ninja #3: Do you mean the championship or the gi- Fate steps in, in the form of EN #4 who catches up to them and puts a hand on each of their shoulders as he leans his head in between the two. Extreme Ninja #4: Hey guys, I'm going to go get the keys to our rooms. Excitedly the smaller man pats them on the shoulder and jogs away, heading towards the front desk area of the hotel. With each step he takes the Third Generation Extreme Ninja looks after him, and shakes his head in a dismissive manner. Extreme Ninja #2: Plus, I feel for some reason I have some thing to prove in this match with it being under those snowball fight rules. With my last encounter with the match seeing Graver-kun getting the victory over me in it and what led to the downfall of my FIW Flycore Championship reign. What looks like it might be a smirk crosses the features of EN #3 underneath the scarf and makes the scarf's cloth fold in a few key sections. Extreme Ninja #3: My, is Two-dono showing pride? Whatever the expression the Third Generation Extreme Ninja is sporting, his counter part flashes the same expression. The two almost looking like mirror reflections of each other aside from the muscle mass difference in the two's bodies. Extreme Ninja #2: Come find me when Four-dono has the keys, I am going to go look around to what they have on the various floors. I heard one has a pool and another a small zoo, and various other things... Not bothering to look back, the FSC walks on and throws up a hand in a vague wave to his fellow ninja who tries to protest. Unfortunately for him it is too late, Ninja is already a dozen feet away from him and moving steadily towards the elevator. FIW's O.G. Ninja makes it to them rather effortlessly and pushes the upward pointed arrow button, and like magic the doors open for him. After stepping through the doors EN #2 looks over the panel of what seems like an endless sea of buttons. Having made his choice, the champion presses one & the doors start to close when a hand reaches through, stopping them and the hand belongs to... |
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| Lita Maivia | Dec 19 2007, 08:27 PM Post #2 |
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JAIME LEE! Yes, that’s who the hand belongs to. The hellcat risks losing the entire arm just to stop the elevator. Have you seen how long those things take? When you’re inside it feels like seconds. When you’re outside waiting, it’s hours. With a sigh of relief from Jaime, the doors slide back open to give her access to the elevator. A small hesitation forms in her step when she spots Ninja standing alone in the elevator. After a moment longer than it should, a smile eventually forms on her face and she joins her BFF within the small confined space. She glances at the panel and selects her floor to be the next stop after Ninja’s. The door slowly slide closed on the awkward silence filling the elevator. Jaime adjusts the duffle bag over her shoulder, smoothing invisible wrinkles in her black graphic tee and blue jeans. Next she clears her throat and brushes her hair back over her shoulders. Yes, these are all signs of her not knowing what to say or do around Ninja. Why so awkward, you might ask? Well, he hasn’t answered any of her messages… which means? His screwy service didn’t receive hers or send his to her. Isn’t that strange? Jaime: So Rich is okay. Abruptly, Jaime interrupts the silence with a very strange comment. RK is okay? Was there something wrong with him? She must’ve forgotten that they have yet to discuss how her night with RK went. Jaime: I mean, a couple days of the ick-factor and he is fine now. Turns out it wasn’t anything to do with the restaurant’s food. That was nice to know since I ate there too, you know? Even though she’s talking at the usual fast pace with a failure to pause, Jaime’s tone is far from her usual chipper self. It’s obvious she’s forcing conversation with Ninja while wondering if he even wants to talk to her. Jaime: Just would’ve been nice if it didn’t happen at that exact moment. Nothing worse than interrupting… you know, “the moment”. First kiss is hard enough as it is. Am I right? Jaime chuckles a little nervously as she recalls the closing moments of her first and only date with Richard Kelly. A ding later, that Ninja doesn’t seem to really respond to at all, or at least not visually, and the doors swing open. Jaime: Your floor? She points towards the opened elevator, risking a glance towards Ninja. |
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| Kryten Shards | Dec 20 2007, 03:40 AM Post #3 |
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It isn't every day that you run into your friend in such a situation and it is clear by how EN #2's eyes widen when the hand's owner steps into the elevator. His crystal blue eyes resembling saucers in their size as he watches her hesitate and then smile at him. Those eyes may steadily shrink back to their normal size but they never leave the figure of the Hellcat, Ninja shifts a bit in place in a nervous manner. Eventually settling on leaning back against the wall opposite to the door and places his hands on the railing behind him, his head tilted up to the lights. Perhaps it is debatable if the FSC notices his friend's awkwardness due to him not looking much better in that department. His index fingers taps lightly against the metal railing making a faint tune of some kind along with his foot tapping. FIW's O.G. Ninja taking in several inhales and deep exhales, the scarf ruffling with each exhale that leaves his mouth underneath the scarf. While these may be methods for calming down or distracting yourself, his eyes seem to only grow more nervous. Like a knife through butter Jaime's comment cuts the awkward silence between the two and makes a eyebrow arch on the champion's features. The Second Generation Extreme Ninja tries to think over what she said for a few moments until he finally submits. With a slight hesitation his eyes cast downward and look over towards, showing just as much confusion over the comment as his eyebrow. Her follow-up explains in it's own way what EN #2 was getting ready to ask, slowly nodding his head as he ponders it over. Fortunately or maybe not, another emotion seems to overwhelm the nervousness bottled up inside of the Extreme Official. Subtly his right eye twitches slightly at the apparent visual imagery his mind is producing to go along with her statement about first kisses. Gradually his hands let loose the railing and curl & ball into fists on top of the metallic structure, softly knocking on it as opposed to their tapping moments ago. Forcing through what might be on his mind a small cheerful nod to go along with her nervous laughter that fills the small compartment they are in. Extreme Ninja #2: I suppose you have a point there. That's good though that he's okay and that it wasn't the restaurant's meal at least. Passing like a breeze the jealousy is washed away with a more timid body language and evident by how his eyes wander over to her. A sheepish quality to them as they keep darting down to the space between them and FIW's Sweetheart's feet. Extreme Ninja #2: I'd hate to think of you possibly getting sick too... Unlike the slightly forced tone of his past comment, this is quite sincere and caring in a hushed voice. EN #2 falls back a tad against the wall when his hands slip out of their fists and fall back to lying on top of the elevator's railing. Quickly his eyes scurry across the room and over to Ninja's side timidly, his head tilting downward at the floor. Minutes tick by and the duo fall back into an awkward silence about them, some thing seemingly on the FSC's mind by his expression. Extreme Ninja #2: Say Jaime... As the words leave his mouth his hand slips into his jeans and pop back out with his cell phone in his hand. Extreme Ninja #2: Sorry if you haven't heard from me about the match or just to talk, my phone's been a- Suddenly a dinging noise interrupts the Second Generation Extreme Ninja and he looks up from the floor to see the elevator doors opening. The look in his eyes almost looks like a deer caught in headlights and they shift the same gaze to the Hellcat when she poses her question. Bringing up his hand, it falls shortly there after before it can complete the gesture he was attempting to make and he struggles to say some thing. Extreme Ninja #2: ...Yeah... Is all he manages to utter in a dazed voice and wanders out of the elevator's door way onto whatever floor he's chosen. For a few moments he stands there with his back turned to the small metal transportation cube and then some thing flickers in his eyes. Ninja shakes his head a few times and swings his body around, turning back towards the elevator and looks back towards FIW's Sweetheart. Extreme Ninja #2: Jaime, I- Before he can finish the sentence the doors slide shut on his scarf covered face and the noise of the elevator starting back up echoes through them. Seconds pass as EN #2 stares at the steel doors in disbelief with his hand holding his cell phone up in the air. It is a fluid motion when the champion lowers his head, and his arms drop to his sides and he releases a defeated sigh from beneath his white scarf. Extreme Ninja #2: -am a baka. An exclamation to his point is when he just let's his body fall forward, his forehead colliding with the steel doors with a thud. Ignoring the pain he is probably experiencing and pushes his body up back up to a standing up straight stance. FIW's O.G. Ninja brings up his left hand and rubs his closed eyes a few times and then slowly starts heading down the hall to whatever are on this floor. The camera stays on his dwindling frame for a couple of moments and then begins to what would seem to be fading to black... |
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| Lita Maivia | Dec 20 2007, 04:01 AM Post #4 |
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A ding sounds out before we fade back in from darkness with the sound and sight of the double doors sliding open. Only we aren’t on Jaime’s floor. We’re back on Ninja’s floor… and he’s no longer standing there. It would seem he’s since made his way off in disappointment at being cut off from his BFF. Jaime doesn’t realize this just yet. Jaime: I’m sorry, what was that…? She just figured out that Ninja is gone. She takes one step out of the elevator, holding the doors open as she glances down both ends of the hallway. Nothing. Her shoulders slump with a disappointed sigh and she reluctantly backs into the elevator. From the looks of it, she is falling back into heavy disappointment that follows excitement. If I had to guess, she was excited at the fact Ninja actually wanted to talk with her… or at least it seemed so. Jaime: Guess it was nothing. We fade on the elevator doors sliding closed on Jaime’s disheartened expression. She seems to carry that around a lot these days. |
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