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Post by Wade Mason on Feb 3, 2010 5:47:38 GMT -5
[Triple Threat Match] Livewire Vs. Oleander White Vs. Nikko TaDa
Limit: 2 Each Maximum Deadline: Sunday February 7th at 11:59pm EST
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Post by oleandarwhite on Feb 6, 2010 2:10:46 GMT -5
OOC: Ollie's VO is teal
Scene Opens on Oleandar sitting in a dark room, her pale face made luminous by the glow of a computer screen. She squints at the screen as she types and her voice overlaps the scene as she focuses on her typing.
Ollie: My father kept journals. Old fashion hand written ones. He probably wouldn't have known what to do with a computer, had one been dropped in his lap, but now they seem the most convenient way to store memories. Photos. Thoughts. Not as personally as my father's old musty scented bound journals he carried into the barrens with him, but in this day in age, this will have to do.
The camera pans around to show that Ollie is on livejournal, editing and entry, one of at least 50 or so since she arrived in the USA. her journal layout is done in soft blues and snow flakes with a background of arctic wolves and caribou.
Ollie: Most of what I know about my parents came from reading my father's journals. He wrote very well for a man with no formal training in the art. His prose leapt off the weather worn pages, and through his words I saw through his eyes.
She pauses and rubs her eyes thoughtfully, then goes back to typing.
Ollie: When he was my age, my father had his eye already set on my mother, who was five years his junior, a slip of a girl and as seemingly innocent as myself. But like myself, she had steel in her. He walked her home one evening and when she stopped by a window he laid his hands on the sill on either side of her, imprisoning her with his arms before he kissed her for the first time and whispered near her ear "I got to have you for keeps, my darling." As you may guess, it was a promise he kept. He built a rough log cabin, about twelve by by sixteen, up in the far north, all hand cut and notched together, though it took him a good while to get a decent boarded floor in. An Inuit woman had given my mother a bit of netting for a hammock and after I was born, she hung it between two trees and tucked me in it a god portion of the day while they were building cabinets or she was cooking.
Father was away most of the time, as you can imagine, but Mother wasn't the type to did and knit stockings. In one noted day when Father was off duty she caught herself no less that eighteen big jackfish, and made a family favorite, jackfish booyah, for supper. In Northern country booyah's still a common enough term for soup or stew, most likely derived from the French bouillabaisse. I've made it a number of times myself by scaling and cleaning the fish, striping the skin off in one piece like a rather slimy sock, then boiling the fish in salt water for a solid fifteen minutes until the meat flakes off the bone. Afterwards you mix the meat and freshly mashed potatoes with dry bread crumbs and stuff it all in the uncooked skin, tie the end, and cook it until heated through. I've eaten elaborate meals in some of the best restraurants in Vancouver and Toronto, but nothing in my mind stacks again jackfish booyah served with fresh hot bread from a rusty little oven
Ofcourse, like most things about me, this is product of my upbringing, and is best served accompanied by the lingering scent of wood smoke and pine needles. I miss it like I miss the whisper of dogsled runners over frozen snow, the white radiance of the moon on a cold, cloudless night, the scattered crisscross of wolf tracks on a path. I miss the days in May, June and July, when day dwindles to a velvety purple twilight for mere hours before becoming day again. Likewise, there are long endless winter nights that stretch on for weeks. I watch the crowds of people, trying to find the same interest in them that caribou migrations held for me, or the great spectacles of the north, such as the annual breakup of the ice on the Slave, an age-old prelude to the arctic spring.
Hardship and isolation are ingrained in me...so living in this easy place where everyone thinks the world owes them a living should be easier still, but it's not. It's the hardest thing I've ever done, and sometimes I jerk awake in the middle of the night to the sound of a car alarm, longing for wolfsong, and wonder why am I here?
I live in an appartment fully ten times the size of the cabin that I inherited, and yet I'm clausterophobic.
None of this is particularly important to anyone else but me, and probably makes me look week in my opponents' eyes, but they'd be wrong. I am here because family is important to me, and Onyx needs me. You may think she seems steady now, that I should have been here when she had her horrible break ups with Jerry, or even before that. But the truth is I think she needs me now more than ever, and when family needs you, you put your own needs aside. I never really knew my parents except through their writing, but I'm starting to discover a lot of traits like myself in my cousin, and lot of her traits in myself as well.
Maybe, like her, I also see this as a chance to prove myself, that I, the daughter of a RCMP sergent, who served winters in below 36 degree weather, can survive this, and flourish. I don't need to win every match to respect myself, but win or lose, I do believe that in time my opponents will respect me, will see me for who I am. Not merely a frail flower, as my name suggests, but a survivor, a warrior.
Ollie leans back in her chair and arches her back, rolling her shoulders from being hunched up over the comp, and sighs, selecting a little passive looking white wolf emoticon from her mood theme and taping the "post" button on the screen. This will do for now to salvage her sanity. Writing is a soothing balm on the noxious stench of civilization. And for now, it will have to be enough.
FTB
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Post by onitamago on Feb 6, 2010 18:07:10 GMT -5
Section one; Part three: Anger and Punishment A week had passed and a new morning had arrived. The sun came up through Nikko's small window and shined into his eyes while he was asleep in the spare room. Nikko turned on his right side on the bed to avoid the sun hitting him. He slept in until he woke up to the smell of breakfast that his sensei was cooking up since he couldn't cook to save his life. His dirty golden blonde hair was quite a mess and he can taste cotton mouth. He took a moment to wake up and stretched his limbs. He wasn't used to waking up early in the morning because of the fact he wasn't a morning person. "Meh... what a crazy week..." He said to himself with a groggy voice as he wiped his dark brown eyes. "Mr. TaDa! Wake up before your food gets cold. This is the last time I will tell you. I am not your damn oka-san!" His sensei called out to him in a loud voice. Nikko finally rose to his feet and came out of the spare room. He was still feeling a little groggy but as he walked to the kitchen part of the apartment, he was starting to wake up. Kaori was all dressed in her martial arts gear and ready to teach her classes at her dojo. Once Nikko arrived, Kaori took a seat at the table but Nikko on the other hand was filled with anger at the moment after his humiliating loss to his opponent a couple of nights ago on his debut match at TGW. "Aren't you going to sit down already and eat? You usually don't leave unless you have eaten." Kaori asked with a little bit of concern as she got up from her seat. Nikko didn't want to respond at the moment until he just scoffed and turned to his sensei. "Just wrap it up, because I'd rather get right to training. She won't be so lucky next time because never again will I lose to a girl. Let's go train now!" As Kaori heard her pupil's words, she shook her head. She was hurt when he was insulting women as well as how they fight, but she had to try and keep strong. She didn't want her weak side to be vulnerable and interfere with her current life. She let out a small sigh. "First off, what's wrong with women? Don't you know if one existed without the other then the entire world's population would die out very quickly? We have to be able to reproduce. It's part of the life cycle. Second, it's your own fault that you lost to Alyson Starr. I knew that was going to happen when you let pride and arrogance eat away at you. In the end, it cost you the match so don't take your anger out on me like a two year old. Lastly, you really hurt me when you insult women like that. You realize that I am a woman and you are very lucky that I took you under my wing and letting you stay in the spare room. You take everything for granted, Nikko and I am sick of it. What you can at least do is show me some respect. I am about this close to giving up on you until you can prove yourself to me." Kaori shook her head again as she slightly began to shed tears and filled up with anger at the same time when she slightly turned away from NIkko for a moment. She realized that this same process happened months back between her and another woman, but back then, it was a lot worse. Kaori thought about it for a moment. She knew now how it felt to be attacked. She shook her head once again, trying not to think about it. She had to move on, especially now if she wanted Nikko to be a better person than what she was. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out, turning back to her pupil. "I have to go. Don't be late tonight and be sure to lock up..." Kaori grabbed her car keys to her 2010 V6 Sonata and left the apartment without saying another word. Nikko had never seen her that upset before, especially towards him. He was starting to get a strange feeling inside for a moment. It was a rare thing for him to get that feeling. He began to slightly tense up inside. Nikko slowly sighed as he began to clear off the table. "Damn it sensei." He mumbled to himself. "Now I have to clear the table..." Nikko shook his head as he wrapped up the left over food and stuffing most of it in the refridgerater. At the same time, he was gathering up the dishes and letting them soak in the sink. The dishes were completely cluttered in the sink. Some had scraps of food stuck to them. It felt weird to Nikko for being in a kitchen and cleaning up but at the same time, he still felt bad about triggering his sensei's emotions. He wanted to do something about it deep down. He thought about it for a moment and he also wondered if cleaning up in the kitchen was his punishment for emotionally hurting her. His sensei was usually the one who cleaned up in the kitchen after meals. As Nikko continued to clean up the kitchen part of the apartment, his LG EnV3 started ringing in the pocket of his black sweat pants. He pulled it out to answer it. "Hello?" "Mr. TaDa, I forgot to remind you to clear the table and clean up the kitchen." It was his sensei over the phone, but she wasn't too happy with him at the moment. She was calling him about ten minutes before she had to teach her morning class at the Shikagami Dojo. NIkko sighed about the assignment he was currently doing. "I'm already on it. I'm uhh... letting the dishes soak for a moment." He started to roll his eyes a little bit. He wasn't too fond about the chore he had to do, but he had no choice. "Anyways, I have to leave. I have a class to teach. Let's just call that your punishment for the day. We'll talk later, Mr. TaDa. Sayanara." Nikko ended his call and continued to clean up the kitchen as punishment. For once, he didn't argue with his sensei when it came to tasks like that which was rare for him. After cleaning up the counters, he began washing the dishes. *~*~*~*~*~* The camera turned to Nikko TaDa who was in the middle of the empty arena. He took a moment to gather his thoughts as he took a small walk around. It looked really strange when the arena wasn't filled with screaming fans. Starr, you were lucky that you got that win. If I had lifted my arm up a lot quicker during the pin then things would have been a lot different. Let's just say that was a freebie for you because next time, I won't be going so easy on you. If only Mr. Mason wasn't watching over all of us then yes, I would have made you my little play toy that night, but I digress. Besides, I'm sure by now you're probably celebrating with your boy toy and then next morning you'll both wake up next morning with hangovers. Speaking of David Cage, it looked like he chickened out last week in Animosity. It looked like he lost his edge permanently. I'll be laughing once your boy toy decides to throw in the towel. He couldn't help but smile about that as he sat up on the top turnbuckle of the ring in the middle of the arena. As he crossed his fingers, he started to slightly chuckle about it. Speaking of Animosity, this week I am in a triple threat match along with my opponents, the beautiful and sexy, Oleander White and then there's the not so interesting Livewire. Let's go to the hunny known as Oleander White first. I have to admit that you're a pretty talented wrestler. I sure as hell was amused when you were in the Elimination match last week along with Livewire and then there was Billy Tallent and Jac Morgan. You took out Tallent by pinfall, big deal, in the end after Morgan was eliminated, it looked like Livewire was all over you and took the win for himself. You see, hunny it may have been a close one, but it was only enough to amuse me. White, you may go on about the way your past was, how you lived and other shit like that. Well listen here, sweet cheeks, there are millions of people out there who have it a lot worse than you. The past is the past now so if I were you, I wouldn't go blabbing on about it and just move the fuck on. Believe me, you don't know what you're in for. You have just put yourself in the snake pit. There may be a person right in front of your eyes who have had it worse than you. You never know. He winked to the camera just to mess around with one of his opponents. He got down from the top turnbuckle and leaned back against it with his arms folded. He was slightly calm now and not as tensed. Now we move on to my next opponent for this week, Livewire. Personal wise, you don't interest me that much, but wrestling wise you seem like the guy that I would want to test my skills on. You can prance all around as much as you like to catch the attention from the fans so you can get the shining light for yourself, but this week, your shining light will fade away. The only thing I seem to like about you is that you seem like the type that would be from some sort of hood, but I digress. It's not like I've seen other Bow Wow or 50 Cent posers who get shot all the time in my life time. Yeah, you finally have a career that you like. Yeah, you don't want to be humiliated, especially in front of your screaming fans. Believe me, we've all had reputations. Mr. Mason has a reputation for keeping TGW in business, but there is a time in life where that reputation gets destroyed, especially if the fans love you so much. Nikko moved up a little closer towards the camera as his slight smirk faded away. He looked more serious now as he resumed talking. You may have won your first match last week in Animosity, but there will be points where you would lose your edge. There will also be the unsuspected so go ahead and shine your light now, because you don't know what you're in for. I'm the same way as well. I'm one of the new kids in TGW but unlike several people, I don't take anyone's shit. I am just here to bust my ass and win. Your little live show will go off air once the match is over, because not only you but White as well will be going through the depths of hell and back. Once that was said, Nikko stepped out of the empty ring and walked towards the ramp near the entrance stage. Once he was gone, the scene faded to black.
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Post by livewire on Feb 6, 2010 23:07:52 GMT -5
Vol. 2: "Loyalty Over Dishonor"
The Playaz: "Livewire" - Dewayne Carter "Pretty Ricky Primo - Mark Sanchez "Jose Cortez/J.C. Stubz" - Benicio Del Toro "Tower Of Power/T.O.P" - Jamal Duff "Ozzie The Aussie" - Nathan Jones
and introducing... "Giovanni Othello Denardo/G.O.D." - Christopher Walken lclivewire.webs.com/tgw2.html
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