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Post by Julia Wilde on Dec 15, 2009 2:31:11 GMT -6
Hell yeah that thing you just said. Really Zen. We've got to rake in the serious cash. A wise lady, kinda your predecessor incidentally, which sucks because there usually isn't much after princess in these things told me the girls = all the buys back when I was training. I like the idea of walking directly into a gold mine with a little zazz. Maybe make you eat a little grilled narwhal and pineapple. Hawaiian style. If I didn't object to unethical modern-day whaling processes. But I'm going to hang on to that until we actually lock up.
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 15, 2009 18:45:37 GMT -6
Violet Rayne looked at Julia Wilde for a couple clicks of the hands. "Did you just say ..." There was a pause. "What did you just say?" She shook her head, trying to clear her senses, this chick was tryin' to mess with her mind on some kind of retro-Jedi level. "Never mind, I don't think we can straighten that out. Wait, are you Hawaiian?"
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Post by Julia Wilde on Dec 15, 2009 23:53:14 GMT -6
Not really, brah.Didn't mean to put on airs or anything, you just got me going on recipes.
Plus I thought pineapple and narwhal were your moves.
Yes, I am nodding because I forced that explanation to make sense. My improv technique was unpolished but I'd come a long way. Are they? Because I think that would be much cooler than vague S&M reference number eleventy million.
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 16, 2009 0:06:42 GMT -6
"Oh, those are my moves alright. That's where I got confused. Because I don't care who trained you, there is no way I eat my own moves even if it is Wednesday and I am hungry." Violet waited again, "Wait, you were trained? Like, oh I don't know, a wild animal?" She paused for the inevitable laugh, which seemed to be kind of evitable after all. "Yes, I'm sorry Master Cake Cups. It will never happen again. Who trained you?" Even though they had moved on, she couldn't get the image of Julia as a seal girl playing horns in a seal world out of her head.
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Post by Julia Wilde on Dec 16, 2009 1:49:10 GMT -6
I learned the basics during my super short, non-dues paying indy career. Jennifer Drew brought me on and she's kind of my biggest influence. We started hanging out once she moved back to Brooklyn. And it was really amazing.
Stay that fan girl gush. No, now it was time for the old sexy and aloof routine.
But except for her agreeing to train me, explaining the real horrors of the business and how to survive them and making enough calls to get me this job I'm not planning to ride her coattails. Totally new schtick, with new and more offensive ideas, but if you want to go with “clone” for the first 6 weeks or so I'll only be marginally offended.
Let's be realistic here. She's the only reason there's any buzz around me right now.
You got a story, um? Damn, I was rude again.
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 16, 2009 19:04:55 GMT -6
"Drew!" Violet throws up the devil horns and bangs her violet head to Drew's last theme song. "She was total high res." Drew was cool, not her favorite wrestler of all time of anything, But she was still cool back in time. "Oh, did she show you any of those kicks. Those were wasteland. Pow!" Violet tried to kick, but that wasn't really her thing. She was more of a stomper, though she had been working on some old school wrestle tech. The 80's were the new 90's and she was going to totally work that in.
"Story, sure I have a story. I was trained by Ted, this 250 pound, perv, fet. monkey in IT? He was totally mouth breathing hot for me, so I had to learn to kick his ass? So, I did." Violet paused, there was a lot more to that story but she decided that was enough. "So yea, but then I was like, 'Hey, wait a minute I have all these violence skills now'." Violet suddenly stood up from the mats again and struck a might, Kung-Fu pose. "Swaaaaaa! Right? So enter Mr. Johnson and his Circus De Viole De Money. He says the magic word 'merchandise' and I'm on the dotted line, yeah? Contracts and percentages full online."
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Post by Julia Wilde on Dec 19, 2009 22:52:21 GMT -6
Lucky. I don't even have any merch. All my loser artist friends are in bad noise rock bands, or wrestling in the promotion that spawned me or working at the same stupid Starbucks I did and too busy to put any designs together for me.
Totally renegotiating my contract the first chance I get. I wonder if everyone's ahead of me in that department. Great, that won't make me lose my mind.
I couldn't be the dumb one who doesn't know a thing about business and just signed the first thing they put in front of her could I?
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 20, 2009 2:46:31 GMT -6
"No. Merch?" Violet tried to make it sound natural, but it didn't come out that way at all. "Wow, you got railed to the zero space." She looked at Julia and nodded, "Nice ink, ya see. Mr. Johnson is going to put all your goodies on some XL cotton and retire. But not until I got my five cut." Violet, shrugs. Her tank maxed on full. It was time to plant more money trees in the land of stumps.
But before she split, "Oh, thanks for the re-fuel. If you ever want to team up, do some work together. Find me, it's soo easy." Gathering her stuff up, she headed for the door. "Or if you want a piece?" She paused a second, fingers hanging on the door frame. "Get in line." She laughed, a funny little laugh and hit the ways.
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