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| Midnight Stroll; [Jaime Lee and Extreme Ninja #2] | |
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| Lita Maivia | Apr 15 2008, 06:12 PM Post #1 |
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DING! The elevator doors slide open and we find Jaime Lee, fresh off her talk with the Kansas City Killer, tucked away in the back corner. Perhaps she has a fear of elevators? Or maybe it’s just another place that reminds her of a certain memory. Hard to say as there’s likely a lot on this hellcat’s mind these days. The memory of the Great White Hype seems to surface at every turn, despite the fact he’s anywhere but here. Then not only her previous tag team encounter as well as the upcoming one but she’s got the memory of the Hellcat Division Championship that is in the possession of her tag partner. And then there’s her opponents this week. One of them seems to enjoy watching her become a bloody mess as a turn on to his girlfriend. And the other… he used to be her best friend forever, but that appears to be far from the case these days. Jaime comes to the realization that the elevator has opened up and does a quick step to get out before the doors have a chance to try and close again. She peeks around the empty lobby, occupied only by the night manager sat behind the desk at these late hours. Everyone else was surely sleeping the night away, preparing for tomorrow’s festivities, whatever they may be. She pushes her way through the entrance doors, stepping out into the midnight air. With her arms wrapped around her, pulling her coat tighter around her, she stands in the still night. Left completely alone now, Jaime has nothing but her thoughts in her head. The two men she most needed right now were no where to be found. One is currently recovering from the attacks of a madman while the other has finally taken her advice and stayed away from her. Possibly taking that advice to the extreme. So Jaime is finally left completely alone. Or is she? |
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| Kryten Shards | Apr 18 2008, 05:46 PM Post #2 |
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A dreary breeze blows through the entire city that FIW happens to be in, including the roof top like a sheet over the display of human society. Many things fall to the power the wind holds, helplessly dangling for hope within the bitter and cold clutches of it. With pitch black sky in the horizon as opposed to the sky lit sky above, the breeze almost seems to be acting like a messenger for what is to come to the city very soon. In the air around the roof top is also that distinct scent that comes only when rain is on its way in the near future. Though amongst the various items blowing in the wind happens to be the rippling effect on a man's suit's pants and jacket. Black with navy blue stripes along it that almost blend in seamlessly with the entire attire is the shade that the suit happens to be. Perfectly matched is the black under shirt and the dark navy tie that is tightly around the collar of the aforementioned button up shirt. One other item of clothing this man is wearing fits with the shades of his clothes, and that is the mask that rests over his head. It is this black mask with navy blue designs that make up the snarling face of a dragon that stares out over the ledge of the roof top. The mouth making up the majority of the design with razor sharp teeth displayed in a vicious mannerism and scales sticking out on each side of it. Over the mouth sits two glaring angrily eyes of the dragon, and it is these that gaze out at the brilliant lights along with the man's eyes. Also the mask appears to be the only article of clothing that isn't being affected by the breeze that is dominating the late night air. Tilting his head downward, the man's gaze shifts more towards directly down towards the ground before his feet. His mask turns away from the multi-colored lights that reflect dimly against the texture of it and to the equally dark alley several dozen feet below. It is here that the city isn't quite as glamorous as the main areas of it would allow one to believe it to be, it is just as void of hope as any other place. Filthy, strays in more than one meaning of the word linger in the alley, a painted black steel emergency fire stair case from the building across from the hotel leads down into this dump. With every thing he has, himself, he stands there in silence and in thought of whatever it is that runs through his squishy gray matter. Perhaps it is of all those battles he's had in Full Intensity Wrestling and how far he's come from the man he once was. Or, perhaps it is about the battle that awaits him this week when he sides with a man that despises him and faces two Hellcats in tag team action. Or, just perhaps it is one of those two Hellcats that is solely on his mind and that led him to distancing himself from every one remotely close to him... Speaking of the she-devil, the door slams open and a ever familiar figure steps out into the night air with her arms wrapped around her. Yet not immediately does the FIW's O.G. Ninja bother to look as to who’s decided to disturb his time alone with his thoughts. For a handful of moments the two stand there, each of them oblivious to the other actually being who they are and they are within close range. FIW's Sweetheart's breathing seems to be enough to draw one of EN #2's hands to ball into a fist in annoyance of another presence on the roof top. From the general ledge area of the roof top the Second Generation Extreme Ninja's head slowly twists to the side. It stops when he can only see this new person out of the corner of his eye and that is because his entire body freezes in place with a shiver. This shiver runs through his entire being and causes the fist to unravel from its pose, and become the limp hand that it was minutes past. Maybe he realizes that he's staring and that'll draw attention to him, Ninja turns his masked face away from the Hellcat and back to the city view. Even with his back to the camera and his masked head hanging and no real motion, it is obvious that his mind is racing. Unlikely are the odds that the two would end up in the same place and at the same time, especially when he's seemingly done every thing in his power to avoid it. There is a subtle twitch from his fingers and he quickly stuffs them intro his pants' pockets to hide them from the camera & any one else. Uncertainty starts to mix in with the cold rage that is becoming the norm for the body language of the former Fighting Spirit & Flycore Champion. Sharp and silent is the whip around EN #2 performs to no longer face the ledge of the roof top, and to stare directly at the door way. His foot steps are quick and just as quiet as his previous movement, the breeze further covering what little sound they might be making. By his posture and pace, it would appear that the Second Generation Extreme Ninja would be happy to avoid her noticing him at all costs. Only a few feet away from the path back down into the hotel and away from Jaime Lee is FIW's O.G. Ninja... |
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