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| Lita Maivia | Mar 24 2008, 11:21 PM Post #1 |
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Ding! The doors to the elevator slide open, revealing the (still) former Hellcat Division Champion. Jaime Lee is her name and she looks utterly miserable slumped back against the wall of the elevator. Her sad eyes stare down at the floor where her duffle bag hangs from her grip. With a sniffle, she pushes herself off the wall and steps forth from the elevator. Jaime’s eyes finally raise up from the floor, revealing that not only are they sad but they’re producing a nice amount of tears that slowly run down her mixture of frustrated and disappointed features. She forces out a trouble breath, biting her bottom lip before trudging down the hallway towards her room. Her tear-filled eyes go right back to where they began, scanning the carpeted floor as she’s left to wallow in her defeat from earlier tonight. Eventually she takes a quivering breath, drawing the duffle bag up over her jean jacket-clad shoulder. She stops in her tracks, just simply staring down at the floor. Her hands move up to her ears, raking her hair upward as her eyes continue to examine the carpet for a couple moments more. She turns and nearly falls back against the wall, her eyes scanning up the opposing wall as the full realization of what happened tonight plays over her features. Like clockwork, even more tears become produced by Jaime’s big brown eyes. Her features transform from a mixture of disappointment and frustration, the frustrating doing it’s best to battle back the disappointment and take center stage. Jaime’s elbow shoots backwards in a fit of rage, banging against the wall as she pushes away. With a little more speed in her otherwise weary steps, Jaime forces herself past the next door on her path as she continues towards her own room. A door that creaks open just as she walks by… |
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| Triadred | Mar 25 2008, 12:26 AM Post #2 |
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And births a head lead by a voice... a rather annoyed voice! Hype: Hey, keep it down out there! The champ needs his beauty- And this is when the Hype swallows his words and spies... Hype: Jaime? The hellcat stops cold. Adams voice seems to send a shiver up Jaimes spine, but she dares not turn around. Either for sake of not being discovered as being the weeping mess of frustration that she presently is, or for a far bigger reason... one that we all have been wondering for quite some time... simply because of that one true feeling that's of yet been hidden away within Jaimes mind. Stepping from his room to the hallway, we can now see the Hype decked in sleep ware consisting of the finest Fuit of the Looms has to offer in boxer shorts and one of his own self-promoting t-shirts. Shilling? Hype: I didn't realize it was you out here... um... His eyes dash about the hallway as if looking for something to say. It's not going to be written on the wall, Adam! Hype: Tough break tonight against Roxie. I know you really wanted that belt back and all... Is that Adams attempt at creating innocent conversation or offering sympathy... or maybe even taunting Jaime a little? What ever it may be, it does manage to swirl Jaime around. Upon setting here eyes on Adam, his own eyes can see that she's obviously been doing some weeping. Her mascara has run from her eyes to her cheeks and sniffling sighs that Jaime fights hard to subdue quiver and shake the hellcats body. Adams eyes then soften. He's not helping... and he knows it. Hype: Oh wow, I um.... hey, I didn't mean any disrespect by what I just said. I guess I was... well, I don't really know where I was going to go with any of that. I'm sorry you lost though. Truly. I know this was a pretty big deal for you tonight, and hey, if it makes you feel even just a little bit better, I was really rooting for you. Insert smiley face. Hype: I mean, but... no, this is stupid. Humbled by his stupidity and inability to create small talk without even the slightest trace of awkwardness, the Hype leans against the frame of his hotel room door and punishes his eyes by ordering them from the lovly vision that is Jaime Lee to the dirt speckled, shag carpeted floor. Hype: Look, Jaime... I know this might be bad timing and all, but like people say, no time like the present. I've been meaning to talk to you about last week... you know... with the beer and all that, and I wanted to say I'm sorry. I know what's done is done and all that, and I know that I pulled some seriously messed up shit on you in the past... Adam shakes his head and releases a frustrated sigh. Hype: I'm not very good at this feelings stuff... the point is, I know what I pulled on you back in the day was seriously, retardedly messed... and I guess after thinking about it, I realized that you don't owe me anything. Most of all, you don't owe me an explanation about what's going on nowadays since I gave you shit all back in thoseadays! Bottom line, Jaime... I fucked up. I fucked up hardcore back in London, and really, this all boils down to karma being a bitch. It's like they say... what goes around comes around, and all that crap that I had slung back in SLA is coming back at me. And at the end of the day, I havn't got a soul to blame but my own dumb ass self! Adam shakes his head with a clear disappointment in himself airing through his sigh. Hype: What's done is done... and I can't change that. But... Adams eyes finally rise from the floor and catch Jaimes. She had actually been looking at him this entire time. One can only wonder what had been going through her head. Hype: If you're like me, and you believe that even a scoundral's worth a second chance, then I've got a mini-fridge with our name on it! I took a pretty good crack to the head myself tonight and maybe, I dunno... maybe we could enjoy each others company and drown these sorrows of ours with the best brews from back home. Let me tell you, getting this stuff all the way from home isn't cheap! Adam steps aside from his door and invites Jaime in with a gesture of his hand. A hopeful smile spreads Adams face slightly. Hype: Let me buy you a drink? |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 25 2008, 12:48 AM Post #3 |
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Jaime has in fact been staring at Adam the entire time he tries to explain what he’s feeling in reference to her and everything that’s happened throughout their careers crashing against one another. But that’s certainly not the case now. Jaime’s head lolls downward towards the floor, a single hand coming up to brush her hair back out of her tear-streaked face. Her other hand reaches up to take the strap of her duffle bag that’s still resting over her shoulder as she seems to actually think over Adam’s proposal. Jaime: No… I don’t want to drink with you, Adam… Her words come out tired and maybe even with a touch of hesitation from the hellcat. It’s obvious everything he’s said, regardless of the fact he claims it’s now irrelevant, is still weighing on her mind. Couple that with the big L tattooed on her forehead after tonight’s match… tonight’s REmatch. But can we forget about her wonderings where it concerns her BFF and what’s going on with him? Jaime can’t seem to ignore any of these thoughts bombarding her mind, try as she might. Adam’s head lolls itself in the form of a dejected nod. You can only assume he expected such a response from Jaime, but are you ever really prepared to have your hopes dashed? Just as he’s about to open his mouth and retort following that small sigh, he’s interrupted by Jaime’s duffle bag crashing to the floor. He glances up, to see that she intentionally removed the bag from her shoulder. The hellcat’s eyes are back on Adam now, staring directly into his face as she slowly and timidly steps up to him. Her eyes leave him for no more than a brief moment as she glances down at the floor but forces herself to look back up into his eyes. She reaches out, taking his face in her hands, pulling his lips to just barely meet her own. |
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| Triadred | Mar 25 2008, 01:19 AM Post #4 |
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That mere touch lasts for maybe a mere moment before thier lips soon engulf one others with feasting passion! Adams hands, starting from her waist, slide up Jaimes back and lace themselves inside Jaimes long brown hair while Jaimes own hands rake up from the small of Adams back into his own brown locks before palming his jaw and demanding more passion. Shifting her weight, Jaime guides her body, still embraced by Adams, against his hotel rooms door frame where she leans backward and feels the weight of his chest and the rush of his heart beat against hers. Her head, with it's eyes closed ever so lightly, strays to one side while a sigh escapes her parted lips as she feels the warmth of his breath on her neck. A sigh escapes Adam as well as he breathes in Jaimes very intoxicating vanilla scent... a scent that drives the Hype wild with lust! Before too long, and before too much can get too far out of hand, Adam draws away from Jaime. He leaves her feeling and looking very confused... almost shunned, but he puts her concern to rest with a playful smile that says all it needs to... though he feels the need to embelish. Hype: I might seem like that kind of guy, Jaime... but I'm not that kind of guy. Another playfully charming chuckle from the Hype before he takes Jaime by the hand and attempts to lead her inside his room. Hype: Please... come inside. Let's take a bad night and make it amazing. Further and further still, though they be mere inches at a time, Adam draws Jaime into his hotel room. Her face looks hesitant, but her feet urge her voluntarily forward until Jaime puts the breaks on... and Adams smile sinks... |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 25 2008, 01:56 AM Post #5 |
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Frozen within the doorway of his hotel room, Jaime holds Adam at what is now arms-length thanks to the fact she abruptly stopped whereas he only did so once their adjoined hands only stretched so far. Adam turns back towards Jaime, his smiles and chuckles long gone as he stares back into her conflicted features. Jaime glances past Adam at the hotel room behind him, perhaps more specifically the king-sized bed behind him? Her eyes shoot back towards Adam, his eyes urging her to accept the invitation. But she doesn’t. Instead, Jaime pulls her hand free from Adam’s grasp, an apologetic look written on her face as steps back from the doorway. The Great White Hype’s head shakes back and forth ever-so-slightly as he watches her retreat, as if he could somehow change the outcome by refusing to accept it. Jaime: I can’t… I’m sorry, Adam… I just can’t… She continues to back away until she’s back where she started. Grabbing her duffle bag off the floor, she clutches the strap close to her chest as she hurries away from the open doorway. Refusing to look back, she picks up the pace with every step that carries her away from Adam Wilson. |
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| Triadred | Mar 25 2008, 02:30 AM Post #6 |
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Watching Jaime disappear down the hallway, Adam stands alone. His head drops about as far as the door frame will let it and his eyes sink to the floor as simultanious feelings of failure and disappointment wash over him. All mixed up inside, Adam raises his eyes once again and we can clearly make out a strong look of shame. Taking one last look after Jaime, and humbly yet involuntarily accepting what fate has dealt him on this night, Adam turns back into his hotel room. Rounding about to the foot his bed, Adam drops to sit and simply stares off for yards and yards, that same shamed look all over his face. The Hype shakes his head and can't help but laugh at himself and the situation he's created for himself before lurching forward, opening his mini-fridge, and drawing out one of those imported homeland brews the Hype attempted to intice Jaime with only moments ago. Popping the top and watching the frosted smoke bellow from the neck of his beer, Adam glances upward and catches sight of himself in a wall lengthed mirror. Again, he can only augh at himself perhaps like a guy would while ribbing a buddy after getting "shot down" by a woman. Adam holds his chilled beverage aloft and gives his reflection an accomodating nod. Hype: Cheers... you Great White dork... Again, the Hype shakes his head and laughs at himself. Maybe it's a ploy to keep from feeling too rejected or too ashamed or too whatever. That's all, of course, purly speculation as the Hype fails to launch into a emotionally revealing monologue. He nods the head of his beer to his "guest" for sake of a toast and takes a swig, but after the swig... After the swig Adams posture sinks and his face cowars into his palm. A heavy sigh deflates the Hype and now... now that feeling of failure really sinks in. |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 25 2008, 02:46 AM Post #7 |
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But he doesn’t have time to wallow in his own failure before he notices that the door to his hotel room is left open slightly ajar. In all that dejection, he has failed to push the door completely closed. Leaning over, he sets the beer atop the nightstand before getting up to head over and finish what he started as far as it concerns his door. At least, that was the plan. But as he reaches over and puts his alcoholic beverage down, the door is shoved completely open. Adam startles at the break-in, barely having time to register who it is before Jaime slams the door closed behind herself. In one swift motion, she drops her bag just within the door and rips her jean jacket off, depositing that on the floor as well as she crosses the short distance from the door to Adam. The Great White Hype starts to rise with confusion but Jaime nearly tackles him as she climbs onto his lap, forcing her lips against his and pushing him back onto the bed. Instincts kick in and Adam wraps his arms around Jaime, eagerly returning her intense kisses and rolling both her and himself over to switch positions… …and we fade. |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 25 2008, 10:08 PM Post #8 |
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We fade back in… and no, it’s not during. Time has since past and things have certainly tamed down since then. At some point the lights had been shut off, the only light coming from what of the moon can shine through the curtains, giving the room an ominous blue glow. What can see though, is that the bed has been nearly torn apart. The comforter and sheets are all tousled yet that doesn’t keep the Great White Hype from sleeping underneath them. Wrapped up in the sheets, Adam is old cold on his stomach, sleeping quiet peacefully for someone that’s anything but peaceful in the waking hours. Where’s Jaime, you might be asking. The girl in question is currently slipping her jean jacket back on over her now re-dressed body. And yes, that means her body was recently undressed. Much like Adam’s is now, but don’t worry boys because all his naughty bits are covered by those sheets he’s tangled up in. Meanwhile, Jaime bends down to pick her bag up off the floor but she finds herself stopping to look back at the man sleeping like a baby in his bed. With obvious hesitation, she eventually makes her way back over to him, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as she simply stares down at his serene expression upon his features. A small smile curves up the corners of her lips and she brushes his hair away from his forehead, placing a gentle kiss above his eyebrow. She glances over towards the nightstand where his discarded “Blood, Sweat and Beers” shirt had been discarded in all the fervor between the two. Jaime glances back towards Adam, biting her bottom lip as she contemplates her next move. She eventually reaches out, grabbing the shirt up as she rises off the bed and quickly crosses the room. She grabs up her bag, slinging it over the shoulder before pulling the door open. The light from the hallway juts through the darkness, aimed right at Adam’s face. Jaime gives the Great White Hype one final look before she squeezes through the small opening she gave herself, quietly pulling the door closed behind herself. All is safe in the hallway… or is it? ???: Well, well, well. Early check out? Jaime spins around from the doorway, laying her eyes on a devil in a red dress. I think we all know who this is. Who else wears a red dress two sizes too small? That would be Rebecca Hunter. A good question would be, why is she not wearing shoes? The matching red pumps to her dress are currently in her hands. Now what would she be doing walking around with no shoes? Perhaps leaving a room she didn’t want to make a lot of noise in? Hey, not like Jaime’s in any position to judge right now. Just so happens this isn’t a habit of FIW’s Sweetheart. Rebecca: I’m gonna guess that’s not your room. So why don't you tell me who’s it is, hmm? Well, that’s mighty demanding of her. What business is it of hers? Oh, that’s right. Rebecca makes everyone’s business hers. Jaime isn’t having it though. She glares at the red head before pushing her way past her. Rebecca: Who’s shirt is that? Jaime startles at the question, spinning around to face Rebecca again and swinging the shirt behind her back. Rebecca struggles to glance behind Jaime’s back, but the worried hellcat does anything and everything she can to make sure that it isn’t broadcast to FIW’s loudest mouth. Rebecca: Is that Shaun Wilson’s shirt? Wha? That’s a confusing accusation for Jaime Lee. She never would’ve expected him to be the first one on the list of suspects that Jaime would be involved with… or is he? Jaime: Why would you think I have Shaun Wilson’s shirt? What possible reasons would there be for me having Shaun’s shirt? Two legitimate questions… which happen to be almost the same question just said in two different ways. Rebecca: Oh, come on. Everyone has seen the way he practically drooled over you a couple weeks back. And you tell him you’ll “see him around”. Everyone could tell you were smitten by his suave gentleman act. It’s obvious that the two of you have been fooling around in private… or at least, you wished it was still private. Rebecca grins from ear to ear, feeling superior due to the fact she has it all figured out. It’s just a shame that she has it all so completely wrong. She does, right? Jaime seems to be having extreme difficulty wrapping her head around Rebecca’s logic. She does, however, have enough awareness to keep the “Blood, Sweat and Beers” t-shirt a secret behind her back the entire time. What she doesn't realize is that someone is approaching from that same direction... |
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| Token | Mar 26 2008, 07:58 PM Post #9 |
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Shaun: "Of course I'm gonna be at the training session on time. I'm headed to get my gear now." Shaun hangs up his cellphone as he sees Rebecca Hunter and Jaime Lee. Rebecca: "Wow! The first time I get to interview you Shaun I unearth this interesting situation." Shaun looks bewildered as he stares at Rebecca and then over to Jaime Lee. He turns his focus back to Rebecca with a smirk on his face. Shaun: "One day I will let you interview me. Not today I got things to do. But what situation are you talking about?" Rebecca: "Well let's talk about Jaime Lee and your recent interaction. First you two get all close at the spa. Then you ask her to hang out with you, and she pretty much accepts. Then she brings you cookies. And let's not talk about this past ReVolt. Now she's out in the hall way with your shirt. What was all that about Shaun?" Shaun laughs as he listens to Rebecca. He slides off his sunglasses and puts them in his suit jacket. Shaun: "Wow Rebecca.....you've really did your homework. I guess the jig is up huh? I've been caught red-handed. Your way to smart for me Miss Hunter." Shaun is as sarcastic as ever as he talks to Rebecca. He then looks at Jaime and down at the shirt. Shaun: "Well Agatha Christie....if you were so good at cracking a case that isn't a case. Then you would've noticed that shirt isn't Shaun Wilson's. Look at me Rebecca. No seriously look at me. Do I wear t-shirts like that? Have you ever seen Shaun Wilson walking around in a t-shirt? But to answer you other question about ReVolt. I figured Roxie had the match all wrapped up and I was trying to give her some advice on finishing the match." You would've figured Shaun had practiced that lie already with how effortlessly he answered. He smirks as he adjusts his suit. His attention turns to Jaime now as he looks at her holding the shirt behind her back. Shaun: "Well I attempted to well...get close to Jaime because she needs a shoulder to lean on. Shaun Wilson is just morale support. Me and Jaime are not involved romantically or sexually. I'm pretty sure if me and Jaime were to "mingle" she wouldn't be out of the room. And neither would I. Now if you excuse me Miss Hunter I got things I need to do." Shaun sticks his hand arm out to Jaime for her to accept. As he looks at Rebecca like she's a complete idiot. Shaun: "Jaime I'll escort you to your room." |
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| Lita Maivia | Mar 26 2008, 08:47 PM Post #10 |
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Jaime stands quietly in the hallway as Shaun Wilson points out any and every flaw in Rebecca’s warped sense of reality. It isn’t until Shaun extends his arm towards Jaime in a escorting offer and requests to accompany her to her room. The look in Rebecca’s eyes says that she takes that request just as someone like her would take it. They light up with both excitement for catching it happen right before her eyes, and amazement that Shaun would be so blatant with it. Of course, who says he wants to escort her INTO her room and not just to her room? The hellcat is as conflicted as she’s been for the past couple of months since her world became so utterly complicated. She glances towards Shaun’s kind offer but then right back to Rebecca, who is waiting with baited breath to see if Jaime accepts Shaun Wilson’s company. And despite the fact Jaime looks somewhat comforted by the polite gesture, she actually takes a step back away from Shaun. Jaime: I’m okay… Never before have words disagreed so much with the speaker’s facial expression and body language than it does right now. Yet, Jaime still says it. She clutches the black t-shirt towards herself and turns away from both Shaun and Rebecca, taking her abrupt and immediate departure. The question is, would she have accepted Shaun’s friendly offer if Rebecca hadn’t been there? Or has she already found the company she seeks for the night? [OOC Note: Jaime’s portion continues in THIS thread now.] |
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