Post by JR Rage on Dec 24, 2011 15:24:01 GMT -5
JR Rage
Residential Psycho
Placing her arms against the wooden railing of a bridged walkway as it overlooked a built park. Even in the cooler weather that needed the help of a jacket to remain warm people still ventured out into the world for that last bit of fresh air before the snow had them all hibernating in homes or the season's demands keeping those in a frenzy. For now it was just the time to relax before the holidays as Rage watched a few kids playing a game hearing them call out numbers as the others scattered and hid. It almost reminded her of the time when JT and her were younger, though he rather play with the other girls while she was the one to get dirty and find bugs. She sat watching the little game unfold her hair falling against the frames of her face, something JT often would wish for as a little kid to have long pretty hair like his sister. Such a big difference now to what he once was.
Soon everyone was hidden, though how well could be argued but that was not the point of such fun. She snickered some watching them all waiting as if the prey only could wait for their time to be found and devoured. It was a devious little game if you thought about it, hunting your friends as they hid praying to not be found. It was almost dark like many other things of a child from music to stories. The young girl finished her count and began her search as she peeked around corners and trees finding a few of the easy ones as she skipped along lost in their world of pretend. The final few remained as the young girl grew frustrated some looking for any sort of hint. Rage had her own hands over the rail trying to catch her attention with a bit of a smirk as she pointed out the last remaining. As if nothing was ever given the girl silently knew not to make it obvious for the help as she continued till winning the game. Soon though time started to pass and all were either called to go home as parents started getting up, done for the day leaving the park deserted yet one soul remained.
Rage lifted a cigarette to her lips as she brandished her lighter. The green spark then flame setting the stick ablaze. Following her was a trail of smoke like a simmering dragon waiting to breath flame. Just when I am about to give up on this place. They find a way to capture my interest once again." Speaking to herself as she took a long drag and let the smoke roll past her lips and into the air. Walking alongside all the playground structures her hand brushing against them following their built curves and form till coming upon the climbing cage. With little effort she was inside using her foot to gather up a pile of dry tinder and leaves before sitting cross legged, back against the edge. Pulling a letter out of her coat pocket.
Using the end of her ember burning cigarette she lit the corner of the paper on fire. Soon every word started to wither and dance as if alive sharing the dance as it moved along the parchment. It was a letter of promise, one of bloodshed, on of pain, one of teaching. It left her with that chill of excitement like that of a first kiss. Placing the flame licked paper in the pile it quickly took to sharing it's gift with what was next to it. Embracing the pile in it's warm living flame causing them all to dance and live as the show reflected in her eyes. "Zena you have such a way with words." Almost grinning as she spoke, for if those promises were true she show this place what real hardcore was.
Training under legends it almost felt like their history was lost, crumbling now in others that claimed such titles or such backgrounds. Even she held the once well known bat of Blake Archer, now encased in glass as a trophy and a reminder to her past, and used when needed to impact a lesson. Max's own way of life and power along with Sara's strength and cunning, each lesson helped further her career taking anything in her path as she claimed Japan. Back here IWS felt nothing like the matches there more show antics and loudmouths rather then true ring skill, testing yourself till you collapse gasping for air. That electricity in the air the first hit you give an opponent, proving your meddle.
The small camp fire kept the light around her even as night fell her arms resting against the cage walls as she looked above her. This match she was once in before, she did not win but she knew that cage so well, as one would be intimate with a lover. This was a match designed for her, with experience within those walls. She was much younger then, more rash, more out of control rather then using her anger. This would be her den, awaiting a feast as she blew out a thick stream of smoke into the sky with a laugh. "Home again." Jesting with herself as she thought about, only taking up matches that truly interested her, that would really test her limits. Zena could not make the deal any sweeter, this was almost like a Christmas gift to her to see some life brought back into IWS and a chance to echo the halls if past legends and her masters.
Night had settled in only the fire kept the cage let like some symbol as she sat inside with the fire keeping it going, and lighting another cigarette off of the twisting flame. "There are no real winners in a match like this. No matter if you claim to be good, or bad. Maybe even if your just greedy, or wanting to prove your worth, we all are going to try to dominate one another. Using each corpse as a stepping stone. I speak in in hypothetical terms of course. No one has died in this match though we do get hurt, even I was guilty of electrocuting my best friend and then kicking off another from the third cage to the floor. Still we are not friends, not in this match as we reach to obtain a feast, whoever can get there first no matter the cost." Whatever the cause was or the fate that brought them here everything became blind. Once in a cage your like an animal and only see red to get to that prize that could rewrite history.
Soon everyone was hidden, though how well could be argued but that was not the point of such fun. She snickered some watching them all waiting as if the prey only could wait for their time to be found and devoured. It was a devious little game if you thought about it, hunting your friends as they hid praying to not be found. It was almost dark like many other things of a child from music to stories. The young girl finished her count and began her search as she peeked around corners and trees finding a few of the easy ones as she skipped along lost in their world of pretend. The final few remained as the young girl grew frustrated some looking for any sort of hint. Rage had her own hands over the rail trying to catch her attention with a bit of a smirk as she pointed out the last remaining. As if nothing was ever given the girl silently knew not to make it obvious for the help as she continued till winning the game. Soon though time started to pass and all were either called to go home as parents started getting up, done for the day leaving the park deserted yet one soul remained.
Rage lifted a cigarette to her lips as she brandished her lighter. The green spark then flame setting the stick ablaze. Following her was a trail of smoke like a simmering dragon waiting to breath flame. Just when I am about to give up on this place. They find a way to capture my interest once again." Speaking to herself as she took a long drag and let the smoke roll past her lips and into the air. Walking alongside all the playground structures her hand brushing against them following their built curves and form till coming upon the climbing cage. With little effort she was inside using her foot to gather up a pile of dry tinder and leaves before sitting cross legged, back against the edge. Pulling a letter out of her coat pocket.
Using the end of her ember burning cigarette she lit the corner of the paper on fire. Soon every word started to wither and dance as if alive sharing the dance as it moved along the parchment. It was a letter of promise, one of bloodshed, on of pain, one of teaching. It left her with that chill of excitement like that of a first kiss. Placing the flame licked paper in the pile it quickly took to sharing it's gift with what was next to it. Embracing the pile in it's warm living flame causing them all to dance and live as the show reflected in her eyes. "Zena you have such a way with words." Almost grinning as she spoke, for if those promises were true she show this place what real hardcore was.
Training under legends it almost felt like their history was lost, crumbling now in others that claimed such titles or such backgrounds. Even she held the once well known bat of Blake Archer, now encased in glass as a trophy and a reminder to her past, and used when needed to impact a lesson. Max's own way of life and power along with Sara's strength and cunning, each lesson helped further her career taking anything in her path as she claimed Japan. Back here IWS felt nothing like the matches there more show antics and loudmouths rather then true ring skill, testing yourself till you collapse gasping for air. That electricity in the air the first hit you give an opponent, proving your meddle.
The small camp fire kept the light around her even as night fell her arms resting against the cage walls as she looked above her. This match she was once in before, she did not win but she knew that cage so well, as one would be intimate with a lover. This was a match designed for her, with experience within those walls. She was much younger then, more rash, more out of control rather then using her anger. This would be her den, awaiting a feast as she blew out a thick stream of smoke into the sky with a laugh. "Home again." Jesting with herself as she thought about, only taking up matches that truly interested her, that would really test her limits. Zena could not make the deal any sweeter, this was almost like a Christmas gift to her to see some life brought back into IWS and a chance to echo the halls if past legends and her masters.
Night had settled in only the fire kept the cage let like some symbol as she sat inside with the fire keeping it going, and lighting another cigarette off of the twisting flame. "There are no real winners in a match like this. No matter if you claim to be good, or bad. Maybe even if your just greedy, or wanting to prove your worth, we all are going to try to dominate one another. Using each corpse as a stepping stone. I speak in in hypothetical terms of course. No one has died in this match though we do get hurt, even I was guilty of electrocuting my best friend and then kicking off another from the third cage to the floor. Still we are not friends, not in this match as we reach to obtain a feast, whoever can get there first no matter the cost." Whatever the cause was or the fate that brought them here everything became blind. Once in a cage your like an animal and only see red to get to that prize that could rewrite history.
