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| Circe Cassidine vs. Natalie Burrows | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 3 2012, 03:09 PM (276 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Apr 3 2012, 03:09 PM Post #1 |
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SCW PRESENTS: Breakdown April 11, 2012 Circe Cassidine vs. Natalie Burrows Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, April 10, 2012 RP Limit: 1 RP per person; 2 RP per team per match ~~Good Luck Everyone! ~~ |
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| Kris | Apr 10 2012, 03:42 AM Post #2 |
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[align=right]"Kill me," I begged and love said no. "Leave me for dead and let me go… Kill me," I cried and love said no. "Kill me," I cried and love said no.[/align] April 6th, 2012 4:27 P.M. Durham, North Carolina When Natalie moved into the plantation house that she calls home, it was falling apart at the seams. A 'knock-it-down-and-build-something-new-where-it-used-to-be' rather than a 'fixer-upper', it was no wonder that she'd managed to win it at auction for less than thirty thousand dollars despite the acreage of land that it sat upon. While most would've likely razed it and started from fresh, the Southern Belle had refused to give up on the grand old estate, wanting to preserve the old-fashioned charm and character that she saw beneath years upon years of neglect… and as has been the pattern for her life? With enough hard work and sacrifice, she's not only restored the plantation home to its former glory, but she's upgraded it as well. The sprawling two-story home, freshly painted white, is a welcome sight for the blond as she walks up the driveway toward it, her suitcase rolling along behind her. As a favor to her usual taxi driver, Natalie let him drop her off with a bit of a walk rather than pull all the way up to her front porch, giving him a hand toward making it to his next scheduled pick-up on time. The exercise is something that she doesn't mind, not when she's dressed sensibly in a pair of comfortable sneakers paired with well-worn jeans and a hooded Duke sweatshirt that is in good enough condition, but decidedly a little faded around the edges. All the more that she wants, she decides, is a spot on the swing on her back porch and a nice, tall glass of iced tea while she finally puts her feet up, watching her dog play in the back yard until the sun goes down. Maybe she'd return the phone call of a certain Lionheart, touch base with the Rupp family and see how those two precocious girls of Aaron and Nymira's are doi-- ???: Hey, Nat. …and suddenly, the world screeches to a halt as wounds that have just begun to heal over on Natalie's soul tear themselves back open. She manages a single deep, shaky breath before she desperately reaches for the shield of her etiquette, bringing it to bear with a cool, detached tone. Natalie: …Mister Kincaid. The mountain of a man that the Southern Belle built her personal life around comes around from behind her, long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Dressed in a pair of his typical Fanta G jeans and a white t-shirt that appears to be covered in bloody handprints with the words 'Kilroy was here' scrawled across the chest as if finger-painted in the same, Andrew Karnage puts both of his hands up in front of himself as he offers his ex-lover what he hopes is a disarming smile. Andrew Karnage: Whoa… no need to be so formal. I mean, it's not like-- Natalie: --like you walked out on me without so much as giving me the common courtesy to even try to say my piece? Forgive me, Drew, but even I cannot easily overlook that. The AK-47 sighs. Drew: …I deserved that. A disbelieving, humorless bark of a laugh escapes the blond as she shakes her head, her grip releasing its hold on that suitcase handle to allow both of her arms to cross in front of her chest. It's a defensive gesture, defensive as all get out actually…and both people present know it. Natalie: You deserve far worse, but I… Trailing off she shakes her head, her gaze moving to the relative safety of the door in front of her. The wood is far less offensive to her emotions, a portal to safety… to much-needed solitude, where she can come undone at the seams. She can't just silently walk away, though-- her manners and what used to be between the two of them makes it impossible. Natalie sighs. Natalie: …you should go. Drew: Why? Why? Why?! It takes all of her self-control to not whirl around and tear into the Nightmare like so many of the people that knows the blond thinks she should, her hands curling inward and upward subtly. For a moment, it seems that she's going to give him a piece of her mind… but she shakes her head to herself before her hand finds the handle of her suitcase. Natalie: Because I've had a long day, and-- It's Karnage's turn to sigh as he shakes his head, giving his ex-girlfriend a look that says that he knows what's really going on. He's got no problem in cutting her off this time around, if only because he knows that he's right. Drew: And you're not ready to actually talk about what happened. It's cool, Nat. Natalie goes tense as she takes a deep, shaky breath, struggling to keep her composure. Even if she'd once freely cried in his presence, sought comfort in his arms and let him kiss away her pain… that path is one that is no longer available, to either of them. Her words wind up a bit harsher than she intends, although there's no real surprise on that one-- there's only so far that she can be provoked. She doesn't give him the satisfaction of seeing the wounded expression on her face, though. Natalie: What is there to talk about? You left behind a letter and ran away from me instead of actually trying to talk to me about what was bothering you. You said you wanted to wait for me, but apparently actually doing it was too much for you to take. You told me that you loved me and wanted a future with me only to suddenly change your mind and reveal that the great Andrew Karnage has a stomach that's as yellow as marigolds. In the stunned silence that follows, the Southern Belle swears that she hears Drew's jaw hit the dirt in front of him… although she doesn't let herself look back to see for herself. Instead, she takes the opportunity to walk away, knowing that she's being rude as all get out. In this instance, though? Between rudeness and sacrificing what little composure she has left, the former is the poison that she picks. It's not until the door closes behind her that Da Mang finds his voice, his tone quiet, almost mournful. Drew: …I miss you too, Nat. More'n you know. [align=center]-------------------------♥-------------------------[/align] [align=right]Just a day, just an ordinary day. Just trying to get by...[/align] April 9th, 2012 10:15 A.M. Durham, North Carolina Another day… another flight. By now, the blond has her travel routine down to a science; get up at five in the morning, go for her daily run, take a shower, get dressed eat breakfast, check over the contents of her suitcase, then tie up any loose ends that remained. Since she was only going to be traveling to Birmingham instead of, say, Los Angeles, that meant simply going over to the neighbor to drop off her usual fifty dollars-- and by 'drop off', she means 'gently cajole them into taking something for doing her the favor'. It is this task that she is returning from, a faint smile on her lips, unable to keep from shaking her head. The Walkers have proven to be great friends, supportive without prying into just why there were dark circles under her eyes that make-up could only do so much to conceal. It's that sort of concern that the Southern Belle needs right now-- the non-intrusive, but supportive kind. Unconditional. Another shake of her head to dismiss the train of thought that little gem brings up and she sticks her hands in her pockets, cutting across her yard to get back to her house. The khaki slacks that she wears today are well-broken in without being visibly so, the seams neatly pressed and the hem safely above where her coral-colored ballet flat-wearing feet can step on them. Her shoes match subtle accents in the abstract pattern of her blouse, the neckline low enough to not be stifling without being overly revealing. The kimono sleeves billow subtly behind her as she ascends the stairs of her front porch leisurely enough… although the sound of the phone ringing has her speeding up considerably, Natalie winding up sprinting inside in order to pick up the simple black headset in time. Letting out a soft 'phew' of relief, the blond-- whose hair is pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck-- puts the phone to her ear, managing not to sound too horribly out-of-breath when she speaks. Natalie: Good morning, Burrows residen-- Voice: C'mon Nat, we've been over this, ya don't have to answer everything so formally! The tone of the voice that interrupts her is friendly and joking… par for the course, for the usual interaction between the young man that married into her family and the Southern Belle. Natalie can't help but chuckle despite herself, shaking her head faintly. Natalie: Hello to you, too, Adrian. I'm surprised you're up so early… what's going on? Adrian Tanner: Oh ah, just callin' to say hi and see how you're doing. A pause; Natalie can hear Adrian grinning when he speaks next. Adrian: So how're you doing? Ah, the dreaded question… the blond's smile vanishes as she sighs softly, striding into the living room to sit on the overstuffed blue paisley sofa that she's had since she moved into the place. It fits in well with the country chic design scheme that she's got going on, although her expression decidedly looks out-of-place. Natalie: Oh, ah, you know… the usual stuff. Training, doing a bit of spring cleaning... Bracing herself for what is sure to come, she lets slip the one piece of news that's not so ordinary. Natalie: …and Drew dropped by the other day. Hearing the news that Natalie's ex, someone who until recently Adrian himself had considered a close friend, had stopped by her house makes the Arizona Assassin go silent for a moment, his voice caught in his throat. There are so many thing he wants to say in response to that, but it's not his place. So after a few seconds he lets out a deep breath and decides on asking the easiest question. Adrian: …he did, huh? How'd... how'd that go? Do I need to drop Rosie on his house? Cause I will. The thought of a gigantic robot crushing her ex-boyfriend's house in Utah is one that she is surprised to find amusing, albeit darkly so. Even with that brief moment of vengeful desire, though, she shakes her head, managing a weak chuckle as she does. Natalie: That… won't be necessary, no. He just wanted to talk… although I don’t think he was expecting the reaction he got. He… accused me of not being ready to face what happened when I… well, I've already accepted that he walked out on me, and he showed me just how little he thought of me in the process. What else is there to talk about? The sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line makes it clear that Adrian's wincing at the mental image of being on the receiving end of such an observation from the rarely-cross blond. Adrian: …ouch. And yeah, not much I would think. Natalie: That's what I thought, too. I haven't heard from him since, though, so… Trailing off, the Southern Belle shrugs before deciding that a change in topic is long since overdue. Thankfully, she knows exactly where to go-- in theory, anyway. In practice, well… there's a reason that Adrian married the mischievous redhead that is Natalie's cousin. Natalie: So, did James tell you that I ran into him at the airport? Adrian: Hahaha, yeah! That's some crazy luck Rach had, finding the same place you ended up joining! The change of topic is a welcome one for Adrian too.The voice on the other end laughs as he remembers the conversation he and Rachel had with Jimmy after that meeting in the airport. Adrian: I also heard you guys are gonna be tagging in a match soon. Jimmy can't stop talking about it. A blond brow quirks. Natalie: …we are? Agh, I feel so bad about not keeping on top of things like I should! Adrian: …did I just let the cat outta the bag on that? Oops! He chuckles again, the sound light and teasing. Adrian: Yep, you sure are. Pay per view pre-show or somethin'. Jimmy's psyched. He really... ah... admires you. Natalie: …he does? Natalie faintly cants her head to the side, her expression becoming one of consideration as she puzzles out just why that would be the case… and as per normal, she goes right for her career. Natalie: Well, I suppose he would have seen my debut a couple of years ago, and he probably keeps up with my career on account of how you and Rach do. Adrian: Well, there's also that you two are a lot alike, yknow? You're both so damn polite! I think he sees in you that he can be, well, himself, and still make it because of how you've done. Natalie: I could see that-- Adrian: And speaking of both of you.. I heard you fell asleep on him on the plane. That.. is adorable! The blond's eyes go as wide as saucers. Natalie: W-Wait, what?! I… I didn't… As brightly as she's blushing, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if the phone in Adrian's hands didn’t start glowing red. Adrian's voice takes on a slight teasing tone, amused at her response. Adrian: I dunno, Jimmy's never been one to lie, Nat... A nervous little laugh escapes the blond, one that she is quick to muffle behind her hand until it passes… although some of the tone lingers. Natalie: Oh, Bless… well, I h-hope he didn't get mad at me for it. I'd just not slept well at all for weeks before that… Adrian: Oh, I don't think he minded at all. Like I said, the way he described it.. so cute. Natalie sighs. Natalie: …dare I even ask? Adrian: …ask what? And just like that, the blond decides not to ask. Partly because of his mischievous tone, but largely due to how her clock goes off to tell her that it's a quarter to eleven. An apologetic smile tugs at her lips. Natalie: ….n-nevermind. Anyway, I hate to cut this short, sugah, but I've got to finish getting ready for my flight. Should I go ahead and schedule a flight from Birmingham to Tucson so James and I have the chance to work out some kinks before we wrestle together? Adrian: Sounds like a plan. I'll let Jimmy know you're coming -and I'll be sure to bring some sparkler- I mean... I'll get Bryant to clear some time at the school for you guys. Natalie chuckles softly. Natalie: Sure thing, Adrian-- oh, and make sure that there's no buckets around. Adrian: Buckets...? Oh. Oh! Haha, no, Brandon's long since learned his lesson on that front. Natalie: Can't blame a girl for being careful… but really, take care of yourself, okay? And give that wonderful wife of yours a hug for me. Adrian: Will do, and same to you. And seriously, you ever wanna drop a giant robot's foot on anyone, you just let me know, mkay? Natalie: Okay. Talk to you later… mm, bye. Hanging up the phone, the blond stands, carrying it out to its cradle on the lone side table in the foyer. Once it's put away, Natalie sighs, her gaze falling to the carry-on bag in front of her. She thinks her camera is in there… and a quick check confirms it. Setting up the camera on the table next to the phone, the blond pushes the buttons needed to turn it on and to begin filming, the blond backing up to lean against the simple white wall behind her before the delay is up. [align=center]-------------------------On-Camera-------------------------[/align] Natalie: I truly believe that Miss Steward has a bright future in this business… well, should she give it the attention it deserves, at any rate. Unfortunately for her, Sunday night just… wasn't her night. I'm certain that she will bounce right back, though, and I sincerely hope she sticks to it instead of being discouraged. Nodding faintly to affirm that statement-- and also to greet her opponent-- with a smile, the Southern Belle takes a deep breath before she continues to speak. Just as same as before, that lingering sadness in her eyes fades, bit by bit, as she loses herself in her work… the world coming back, slowly, into focus. Her conversation with her cousin-in-law has definitely helped, since it takes less time for her to settle into the rhythm of things than she did without that. Perhaps she needs to make a point of actually reaching out to the support network she has rather than trying to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders all on her lonesome? It's definitely something to consider later. For now, though? Work takes precedence. Natalie: I cannot help but wonder, though… if my opponent for this week hasn't already grown discouraged. Miss Cassidine has been rather silent ever since a few days before her debut, after all, and considering what one could easily consider to be quite the jaded, cynical outlook? It's not entirely outside of the realm of possibility that she's decided to throw in the towel and phone it in. I certainly hope that's not your decision, since I've been impressed by what I've seen and I want to put myself to the test against your high-flying offensive… but there's only so much that I can do to make you care about our match. Insulting you wouldn't do it, that much is for sure-- Heck, I don't think that flinging around not-so-pleasantries is the way to go about anything!-- but there's only so far that I can compliment you since you're showing signs of giving up before the road before you even begins to grow rocky… and while rumor says you've been on this planet for far longer than me, I know that I've been in this business longer than you, so you can believe me when I say that. I've lived it, as a matter of fact. And good gracious, has she ever lived it. Going out to compete a mere handful of days after burying her lone surviving parent, having wins stolen from her by a woman that claimed to want to advance women's wrestling while actually setting it back roughly fifty years, learning and fighting and clawing her way up the ranks while stubbornly refusing to give up her morals… well, the blond could very well write a novel on what she's done. Rather than that, though, she chooses to focus on the present, and a smidge of the future beyond that. Natalie: No one that has ever made a name for themselves in this business gave up at the first sign of resistance-- and while I can understand being frustrated over not making a statement in one's debut, that's certainly no reason to throw in the towel. If anything, it should motivate you to work harder, to push yourself further past what you think your limits are… not to throw your hands up and declare yourself to be finished or, worse yet? To silently fade into obscurity, having never given yourself the chance to shine as brightly as you could have. Nothing saddens me quite the same way as that, truth be told… even taking cheap shots and shortcuts doesn't bother me as much since one can always turn over a new leaf. You can't change a blessed thing if you walk away from the tree entirely… and sadly? That's what I think you've done, Miss Cassidine, and I can't help but wish that this video will change your mind. I don't live for easy victories; I thrive on earning my keep, on the satisfaction of a job done well. Surely that is a sentiment you can understand and respect. The blond sighs softly, finding herself feeling that she's doing as much to change her opponent's motivation as throwing a pebble into a river will change the direction it flows… but it's better to make the effort, she supposes. Such is what has her continuing onward, although there's not much more that she wishes to say. Natalie: If it isn't, though… then you will find yourself in for a rather harsh lesson on just why hard work and determination is infinitely more valuable than anything else you could bring to bear. So please, Miss Cassidine… do bring your 'A' game. Otherwise? Natalie's expression grows serious. Natalie: Then you're going to be quite surprised to find yourself looking up at the lights as the referee counts one… two… three. Her piece spoken, the blond nods in parting before reaching forward, that button atop her camera found… and pressed, the entire scene suddenly cutting to black. As per normal? There's no fancy editing whatsoever when she uploads it. As the saying goes, after all… Simple is best. |
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