Post by Violet Rayne on Apr 8, 2010 6:30:11 GMT -6
Violet Rayne was on the bad side of everything, sitting in front of the CWE banner. Two fingers completely unjointed and taped together with some ugly knot of cloth that was totally non-bio friendly. Her skin already blotching purple in huge swaths that would be black in the morning and totally freak her out. There would be x-rays, but nothing would be broken except including her total dislike of all things cyborgy. Because the match they had just been through was off the vio-chart into non-human zones. But still the questions came, Violet couldn't focus on the face and just kind of squinted ugly.
"What? Feel? Feel what? I have no feeling left. That was a slaughter house match, what kind of twist static mind comes up with a scenario like that? Feelings? You check those at the ramp or you just gave it all up for nothing. I didn't know what day it was for most of that. Did you? I mean did you watch that mess? Daniels, you're a sick woman for some of the things you did. Get some help. LifeFlight stat zero."
With some difficulty, Violet raised the belt from the floor and up to her strained and raked shoulder as another question came, along with an official Maui Gold towel. Violet smirked at her pit crew. She needed 20 official rolls of Maui Gold gauze, not a towel. She looked back at camera/question man.
"Shut it, Pumpkin. I can't even hear you or read the words coming out of your blurry little mouth. Order has been restored to the universe. No cyborg is wearing my pineapple crown and that 'Diva' noise is officially static. This is the Cosmonaut Championship and I ain't no Space Cadet. So all you little capsule monkeys listen to me. Man, woman, child or fruit loop? I'm on the total free range, organic, and bonded for life. The Northwest Passage is back under my protection and my beautiful step-siblings can sleep tonight in non-cybernetic peace. End of line."
Violet flashes the super secret, Linux gang sign before throwing the Maui Gold towel over the camera.
"A little help here. I can't feel my ankles."
"What? Feel? Feel what? I have no feeling left. That was a slaughter house match, what kind of twist static mind comes up with a scenario like that? Feelings? You check those at the ramp or you just gave it all up for nothing. I didn't know what day it was for most of that. Did you? I mean did you watch that mess? Daniels, you're a sick woman for some of the things you did. Get some help. LifeFlight stat zero."
With some difficulty, Violet raised the belt from the floor and up to her strained and raked shoulder as another question came, along with an official Maui Gold towel. Violet smirked at her pit crew. She needed 20 official rolls of Maui Gold gauze, not a towel. She looked back at camera/question man.
"Shut it, Pumpkin. I can't even hear you or read the words coming out of your blurry little mouth. Order has been restored to the universe. No cyborg is wearing my pineapple crown and that 'Diva' noise is officially static. This is the Cosmonaut Championship and I ain't no Space Cadet. So all you little capsule monkeys listen to me. Man, woman, child or fruit loop? I'm on the total free range, organic, and bonded for life. The Northwest Passage is back under my protection and my beautiful step-siblings can sleep tonight in non-cybernetic peace. End of line."
Violet flashes the super secret, Linux gang sign before throwing the Maui Gold towel over the camera.
"A little help here. I can't feel my ankles."