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Introductions can be murder; Blink 'n Sarah
Topic Started: Oct 24 2011, 10:46 AM (92 Views)
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Backstage at the Stadio San Poalo...we're here already? Guess so. Guess we should focus on what's happening before doing anything else like getting confused or asking questions or something else that derives from—look, a distraction! Or Blink exiting the Bad Girls changing room. She looks a little nervous as she glances from one side of the hall to the other before quickly closing and locking the door. Not being a champion, why does she have her own changing room? Because she's Blink, one half of Bad Girls the hit reality series about women in wrestling. And that changing room? It's full of cameras! But Blink isn't your typical vain reality starlet, she's actually quite the opposite. In fact even her partner, Catherine, hates the series and wishes either it or her would die. Why are we explaining this? Because not too far away is the newest of the new, at least as far as this companies history books depict, Sarah Twilight. What's she doing? Who knows? We're watching Blink. Because I say so. And it's just easier this way. At first Blink looks a little surprised to see the new girl and decides maybe it's best to introduce herself. You know, as a fellow hellcat. And just as a fellow hellcat. I highly doubt Blink sees Sarah as “fresh meat” for her romantic search.

Opening up the door Blink reaches in coming out with...flowers? Well I suppose because her and Nikita started their friendship this way it could work again with Sarah. Blink gives her schoolgirl outfit a little dusting, damn (and pleasant) Yakuhara...wait, what am I saying? These theme costume days for the show are a blessing! A quick tug down on the plaid skirt and Blink is well on her way to the new girl. Though the closer she gets the more bizarre feeling she begins to develop. Her speed slows down and it becomes her good nature that keeps her going because if she didn't have that she'd just turn and walk away. Something about this woman she's approaching...like she's felt something akin to this but not nearly as intense.


Blink: [size0]H-hello. My, um, m-my name is Blink. These are for you. I hope you like them.

These being the flowers. But as she holds them out Blink remembers herself and quickly bows at the waist. Sarah should get used to that 'cause chances are it'll happen a lot.

Blink: [size0]May they...brighten your day as you have brightened mine.

A little smile. Cute. She's mainly trying to be polite but the rest of her is just trying to overcome this sensation she gets around the woman. A good thing? No. Though not really a bad thing. Blink's confused. Hopefully it all becomes a good thing. In the meantime she lets out a sharp gasp bowing back down.

Blink: [size0]I-I'm so sorry. I'm in-ter-rup-ting your life. I know I shouldn't be...

The impediment mainly comes out for long words Blink hardly or only sometimes uses. She keeps the bow going while still holding out the flowers now in both hands because one hand would just look like she's ready to pick Sarah up for a date.
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OOC: I don't normally do these kinds of RPs right off the bat, so forgive me. Also, I tried to format it to flow with Blink's part. I don't normally write in that way, so forgive me if it sucks :P




Just witnessing this cautious, and very timid approach was almost frightening. This woman, Blink had not the slightest idea of what she was stepping into. But you all know what's about to happen....don't you? No?! Well alright, but we'll get to that in a bit. Let's backtrack for a moment here.

What is Sarah Twilight even doing in San Poalo? She hasn't even been scheduled for any appearances yet. In fact, most of the Employees are still in the dark about her signing. It's probably for the best that way. We wouldn't need anyone to panic or anything like that. Yes, people would panic. A reputation is built upon one's actions...and, despite being "new" in this neck of the woods, Sarah was definitely no rookie. However, back to business...that is exactly why she was there, business. She'd just finished dotting the i's and crossing the t's on a very lucrative contract with the company. All was going well, there wasn't a soul who knew she was there, and just a few things to pack and she'd be out of that hell hole and back at home is Los Angeles, thinking up evil plots or something. But instead, we have this woman...oh the audacity! Who exactly was this even? Not that Sarah would care anyway....but ah yes, back to why we're all here. This was just like a shark smelling blood in the water. You know that chill you get when you are watching a horror film, and you know something horrible is about to happen?....Well that is this moment. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and all you can do is hope that the unsuspecting victim gets away.

Throughout Blink's entire attempt at opening a dialogue with Sarah, the "Mistress of Mischief" continued with the task at hand. She neatly packs her things into a medium sized duffle bag, not even once glancing to acknowledge the woman was even there. What was this? Some half-assed interviewer already here to incessantly hound her? And flowers?! What kind of a Hippy Camp were they running? It doesn't matter, Sarah knows how do deal with their ilk. Perhaps on this occasion, she can just ignore the twit? After all, she wasn't "officially" scheduled yet. No need to alert anyone with nightmarish accounts of a brutal assault on yet another staff member. Maybe she'd find an organization easier if she'd stop doing that? That's what she'll do, just ignore this imbecile.

Sarah grabs hold of her bag and decides to head for the door. As she turns up, her lovely red hair drapes almost flawlessly over her cheek. Those beautiful emerald greens stare forward and quickly darken and the foulest of scowls forms upon her face. Damn it! She can't ignore her! That twit is standing in the way of the exit. Alright, let's think about this....screw that. Sarah is not in the mood for this. She stands now, staring at Blink with disgust and disdain. She walks over, and grabs hold of the flowers that the woman was so anxiously offering. She looks the gift over, and shoots a glance at Blink. A sly smirk forms upon her face and without a word, she abruptly dumps the bouquet in the trash. It is only now that a response escapes her lips.


Sarah: I hate flowers, and I don't give a shit how bright your damn day is....

She says coldly as she forcefully brushes past Blink to the exit. It was apparent she was not in any mood to make friends. Hell, was she in the mood for anything? Probably violence, or something that involved the misery and suffering of others. Flowers? Really? That's like offering carrots to a wolf! It's over, she's through to the exit...but wait. That's not good enough. Where was the fun in that? She tossed the flowers. Was this girl going to cry? Run away? Who knows? Sarah doesn't care...it's not over until she decides it is. You're damn right this bitch interrupted Sarah's life! And she was going to hear about it! Sarah pauses, just after knocking into the poor girl's shoulder. She turns, getting nose to nose with the timid and shy Hellcat. She doesn't know Blink's a Hellcat, and she doesn't care either. It would probably be worse if she knew. Anyhow, nose to nose. Sarah's eyes narrow as she stares a hole through this woman.

Sarah: I said no interviews...so that means if you don't stay the hell out of my way....if one more word comes out of your mouth, they are going to be pulling pieces of a microphone out of your ass for the next six months! Are we clear?!

She continues to stare the woman down, condescendingly. If this girl knew what was good for her, she'd shut up and leave now. This wasn't just intimidation. It wasn't just a threat....with Sarah Twilight, it was a promise. And a part of her, almost hopes that this twit opens her mouth. No better way to end a perfectly good day then by putting someone in the hospital.

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She has to speak, she just has to. I'm sorry, but Blink not at least apologizing right now just wouldn't seem, well, right. It'd be weird. Like a day without sunshine, even though on cloudy days you'd hardly get any but clouds are not a variable in that statement. They describe “day” with the notion that we're going from one hour to another and thus far, every day, there's been sunlight either with clouds or without. It's just sometimes you never see it. So go ahead, Blink, apologize. You know you want to.

Blink:

No? Not going to even apologize? Just going to stand there like a frightened rabbit? Her lip is quivering and there appear to be tears formulating around the rims of her eyes. She tries in vain to simply blink them away but all that does is smear the tears giving the impression that she's crying even more so. Not that she isn't, because of course she is. Not bawling, but tears do run down her cheeks. She's absolutely petrified, afraid that this woman could very well deliver on her threats. If Blink weren't so scared she would correct Sarah, let her know she's not an interviewer. Maybe if she thinks about her own match she'll calm...no, she can't even recall who she's facing right now just from the way this woman is glaring at her. Talk or leave, she wants one or the other. Perhaps both. Perhaps Blink can speak and then run. Would this woman chase after her? Maybe. Maybe for a bit. Maybe until she catches up to her. However, Blink's in no condition to run.

Blink:

Again it looks as though she was about to speak or maybe that was just the quivering of her lips. She finally produces some other form of movement; back away. Chances are Sarah will indeed hurt her severely. On her way Blink eyes the flowers in the garbage can. She wants desperately to take them out but again she's too afraid of what Sarah might say or do. Anything, even just a simple step, and Blink would shriek. And since shrieking is a noise from the mouth, that would mean she'd get pummelled. So in order to avoid this chain of events, Blink simply just keeps backing away not removing her gaze on Sarah until she gets to a corner.

Then she remembers something her mentor Emily told her. “Do not leave a scene you have disturbed without apologizing over whatever you did to screw it up.” She's a classy lady. And that's why Blink slowly steps forward again nervously running her hands together in some sort of twitching manner until she's about five feet away from Sarah. There, Blink takes a deep breath and bows.


Blink: [size0]I'm sorry.

She then winces her eyes shut preparing for the worst. She's not going to run because in this narrow hallway all Sarah has to do is throw something at her and she's already holding a duffle bag. No, Blink's going to take the punishment for speaking head on.
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She didn't just....did she? She did. The duffle bag drops from Sarah's hand immediately and with a thud it connects with the linoleum floor below. A thud that I am sure caused even more fear within Blink. Sarah's beautiful features now seething with anger as she glares straight ahead. How dare this...this insignificant bitch open her mouth yet again! This woman has the audacity, the unmitigated gall to test The Mistress of Mischief?! Violent visions begin to dance around deep within Sarah's devious and sadistic mind. Perhaps she'll just cut out the better part of this twit's tongue, pouring salt on the wounded stub that remains? That will shut her up! No, wait....that's just entirely too bloody. The amount of splatter that would result would leave Sarah herself needing to wash up. That could take hours, and Sarah had a flight to catch. Maybe she could just force feed this idiot a microphone? There's no doubt that would cause quite the stir on the Emergency Room operating table. Sarah glances around momentarily, but there isn't any microphones readily available.


She continues to toy with various ideas. The sinister gaze of her emerald green eyes gave testament to that. And then, suddenly a shift in her expression as she stares at Blink. Look at this unimportant waste of space, tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes clenched shut, just awaiting the beating that was about to take place. The stench of fear pouring out of her like a thick fog rolling in from the horizon. This was going to be almost too easy. So weak, so naive, so vulnerable. This woman was going to stand there and take a beating for nothing more than trying to be polite. You can sense the wickedness brewing within Sarah's mind, and all that's left now is....wait, what?! What is that look? I don't think we've ever seen this before....at least not in a very long time.


Sarah now looks almost disappointed. Her darkened eyes, previously filled with anger slowly return to their normal, bright shade of green. She continues to stare ahead at Blink, almost as if with some form of pity. Sarah Twilight, pity? No, that can't be right. That isn't possible! Somehow, on this occasion it was. It had not been since Rachel, that Sarah had seen such fear, such emotion on one's face. Who is Rachel, you ask? Well that is an altogether different story for another time.


Sarah doesn't say a word as she takes in the entirety of what was taking place. Sure, she could pummel this girl, and it would be a cakewalk, but that can wait. There is plenty of time to show people what she is capable of, but this wasn't the time, it wasn't the place. Sarah needed to leave, unnoticed. Causing this stir would uproot everything. Was that truly the reasoning behind her sudden change of heart? Or could it be that the pathetic look upon Blink's face reminded her of Rachel?
There was something more here, something deeper, and Sarah apparently knew it. No one willingly stands there to take a beating. No one with any form of conviction, any form of self respect would stand there and wait to be dismantled.....unless. We can't put too much thought into this. That was not Sarah's business, and she probably doesn't care. But for whatever reason, on this day it offered up salvation for Blink. A "Get Out Of Jail Free" Card, if you will.


Sarah quietly reaches down and again collects her duffle bag. Without a sound, she manages to walk past Blink, leaving the frightened girl there, her eyes still clenched shut. Who knows how long it would be before she'd open them and realize that Sarah was gone...and furthermore, that she was still in one piece. This is one of the very few moments where someone has encountered "The Mistress of Mischief" and ended such encounter without a scratch. But the question is, why?!
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