Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 10, 2009 18:27:20 GMT -6
"Zzzzz ..... *snort* ...... mine ...... Zzzzz" CWE DIVA Champion, Violet Rayne, was crashed and burned on a stack of six wrestling mats off in some corner of the rather new and unused looking gym. Dressed in a sweat suit that had seen better days about a year ago and dangerously close to strangling herself with her own headphones, it was not a pretty picture of slumber. More like a code monkey who had hit the wall hard after three days of stim and oatmeal bars.
She never worked out because there was no need and no time. The only thing getting fat on her was her bank account. The rest would take care of itself. It was called youth and she had it in bulk. Except for now, of course. "Zzzzz ....."
Post by Julia Wilde on Dec 11, 2009 4:36:55 GMT -6
Alright, this is how we do this? Jennifer gave me the whole first person thing and I'm still getting used to it. Call me Julia Wilde, or Julia or Jewel. My real name is probably too Russian for you to handle. So anyway, I work here now and I figure I've got to work out in a real gym from now on since I don't have a master to show use the environment against me out here. I threw on a t-shirt and some bike shorts so it didn't look like I was just walking around staring at stuff they have everywhere else in the world. Which I was, but you can't let people know that.
Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 11, 2009 4:51:06 GMT -6
"Not. There. Ever." Violet half snorted, half snored and half swatted at whatever it was. Rolling over the controls of her music player, accidentally jump started it at disturbing levels of res.
"Holy Cain!" Violet spilled off the mats, having quite probably givin' herself a coronary by total mistake. A violet mess of sweat pants, pale skin, and vibrant ink crash landed on the hard gym floor because some idiot had moved all the mats. The music droned on, leaving her stunned and turned around way past true north.
Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 11, 2009 18:39:14 GMT -6
"Eh?" Violet sleepily removed the earphones from her ears, but she couldn't quite pull the sleep from her eyes. "Whoa Blurry-B." Things were obviously moving way too fast for violet. "Just whoa." She got up off the hard floor, and sat back down on the mats before looking back up at the still blurry girl. "Total wreckage." She turned her head left and then right, trying to straighten whatever was totally not straight. What day is it?"
Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 11, 2009 22:07:37 GMT -6
Violet yawned, scratching the side of her empty belly. "Wednesday." She made a verbal note of that, and the fact that some 26 hours or so had passed by since she had crash landed. Blurry-B was still blurry but her edges were coming along nicely. The next question was obvious. "Do you have any food?" She asked quite hopefully.
Post by Julia Wilde on Dec 12, 2009 17:20:06 GMT -6
Not with me and I noticed the menu options here aren't that extensive this being a gym and all.
Something was beginning to add up in my head but God, how do you even say this to someone?
So... I'm noticing you seem really disoriented, you're sleeping in a public place to avoid the cold snap and asking the first passerby for much needed sustenance. You're not, you know, homeless are you?
Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 12, 2009 17:45:56 GMT -6
Violet narrowed her eyes on Blurry-B. "Did you just say sustenance?" Violet shook her head and stood up, having been called far worse things 'homeless' in her rather, cram-packed life. "Right, first we need some food. Because this whole thing here?" She gestured to the blossoming relationship between them. "This just ain't workin' without the fuel." Blurry-B was correct about a couple of things: she was disorientated and options were at a suck/blow level. "Who in the" She was going to ask who Blurry was, but her eyes found a basket of 'complimentary' power bars on the counter. 'Complimentary' in the way that they were in an inviting basket that just screamed 'Help yourself'. "Power Bars, total eco. Could you?" She nodded with her head towards the basket before leaning over and lifting up the first mat and looking, blurily. "You haven't seen a bra anywhere, have you?"
Post by Julia Wilde on Dec 13, 2009 4:31:31 GMT -6
By then I had already swiped most of the bars off of the display and dropped a few them within reaching distance of my new needy adoptee while saving some for myself. It was really the only ethical thing to do. Being the deeply compassionate soul that I am I've got to feed hungry transients at every opportunity to fortify my sniper's nest upon the moral high ground. The power bars would give me the much needed carbs to continue my mission on into the night.
Yes, I do see A bra.
I walked over and picked it up by the straps.
Yours? I'm not ready to assume anything at this point.
Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 13, 2009 5:58:46 GMT -6
By the time Blurry-B had located and picked up a bra, one power bar had been devoured and a second was well on its way to a similar fate. Violet had no idea what underwear she had on when she got here, or if she actually had any to begin with. She was making a lot of assumptions at this point, but it had gotten her this far. "Only one way to find out." Stuffing the last half of the Power Bar into her mouth, she took the only bra without a home in her hand. Her arms and bra disappeared into the sleeves of her sweat suit as she put it on Houdini style until the snap of elastic sounded, alerting all that it was in place. Violet paused and took it all in, making a few minor adjustments. "Totally could be." Her arms shot back out the sleeves and she grabbed another Power Bar. Things were becoming a little clearer now that her checklist was a little lighter. Food: check. Underwear: check. Violet stopped, and looked over at Blurry-B. "Who are you?" She asked exactly like that.
Post by Julia Wilde on Dec 14, 2009 1:11:49 GMT -6
The Bra-Buddy™, obviously. But I much prefer Julia. Sorry for freaking you out like that. I thought I was potentially saving a life, which maybe I did, but this is kind of uncharted territory for me etiquette-wise. I wrestle in CWE now by the way.
I swung around the bar and offered her and handshake.
Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 14, 2009 1:45:42 GMT -6
"Did you just say etiquette?" Violet shrugged and brushed her Powery Bar hands on her sweat bottoms before shaking Julia's hand. But only because she had been pretty cool and all. If it had been that dork rider Kasey Kasey, she really wouldn't have bothered. "Julia." She released Julia's hand and looked at her. "Just Julia?" Violet asked, "Really? No Julia 'the Judgement' Smith? Or Julia 'The B-cup Bomber' Jones? Just voidin' that whole scene?"
"That's cool, I'm the Kung-Fu Princess of Punk, Violet Rayne." She stood, puttin' her hands on her sweatsuit hips. "Masteress of the Pineapple, Mistress of the Narwhal, Countess of all the digits flying out of Mr. Johnson's butt and CWE Diva Champion." She took her hands off her hips. "Too much, J-cups?" It was a rhetorical question, there was no such thing as too much in professional wrestling.
Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 14, 2009 6:31:00 GMT -6
"Mmhm." Violet agreed with Cake Cup's basic formula of violence. Stripped right down to its nutty center. We go out there. They chant Violet cupper her hands over her mouth for crowd effect, "'Let's go Princess! Let's go Princess!'". She lowered her hands, so she could keep track of things with her fingers. "I go. You eat Pineapple or maybe Narwhal. Mr. Johnson pays us, and then we rinse and repeat." In the end she was holding up six fingers. "It's like rocket science without the rocket or the science." Violet thought a little bit more and added, "Just the money."
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