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| Admin | Feb 21 2007, 02:05 AM Post #31 |
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Amaya: Shhush boy...come... She continues towards the arena. They walk down the hall and Amaya makes a quick right and looks back to see no one. She looks at Mercer. Amaya: Not to dig all up in your business but you okay? You seemed down and out back there and Harris looked like he was working your nerves. |
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| MichaelMercer | Feb 21 2007, 02:10 AM Post #32 |
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Michael tiredly rubbed at one of his eyes, his features softening a bit as he tried to think of what to say. "Eh... I don' come 'round here durin' the week lookin' for crowds, I do it 'cause.." He trailed off for a second, making sure he knew what he wanted to say next before he said it, "..'cause as sad as it is it's the one place I can go where not many peoople pry about my personal life, an' I can think about it in peace. Harris I barely know, an' I ain' about to say wha's on my mind for someone like him ta listen. And you..." He had begun to regard her just the way he did Harris, but then he stopped. "..you're my boss, so I guess it'd be in your best interest ta know when one of us ain' feelin' right, yeah." |
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| Admin | Feb 21 2007, 02:15 AM Post #33 |
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Amaya:Well yeah...I know I don't know you but if something's up don't let my ghetto persona fool you...Im a good listener. I try to do that with Ryba...but I didn't know how deep his situation was. I mean you ain't got to talk about it...[Pauses to think] But it's always good t let ya feelings out once in a while. They continued walking until she turned into the gym. The walked in and saw no one was there and continued in. |
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| MichaelMercer | Feb 21 2007, 02:20 AM Post #34 |
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Michael peered around the gym; he didn't really use the one in the arena much so he took a moment to glance around at everything before they fell to the floor as he answered her. "Yeah well, my shit ain' nearly as deep as his, but sorta the same thing... it alllll boils down to there bein' one woman tha' I can't have, and a poor little child caught in the middle without her mother." With a small sigh, Michael sat down on one of the padded benches nearby. "Why does wrestling hafta dictate our lives..?" he asked, his eyes never really looking up from the floor. |
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| Admin | Feb 21 2007, 02:44 AM Post #35 |
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Amaya looked at him...his question lingered in her mind. She didn't wrestling anymore. She missed it. She reallyhated being a boss deep down inside. Wrestling was a way to express her emotions without out actually saying them outloud. Amaya: Well it don't dictate shit really...we choose to do it...maybe a way to let whatever we got inside...out. Amaya walks, then takes off her heels and toss them on the floor. She laid on the floor and began to do crunches. Trying to find the words to at least comfort him. Amaya: It's sad that a child it caught up in the middle....but Im sure she's strong like you. I've seen you in the ring and you ain't no joke. She did ten crunches....and looked at him upside down. Amaya: What happen to baby moms? |
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| MichaelMercer | Feb 21 2007, 01:28 PM Post #36 |
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"Yeah well... I guess everyone's gotta be good at somethin'," he answered faintly. "I ain' good at much else, so wrestling kinda wins by default there." Michael reached back into his pocket to pull out his smokes. "As far as.... baby moms, things jus' didn't work out." |
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| Admin | Feb 21 2007, 06:48 PM Post #37 |
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Amaya: Hmmm [Pauses and continued her crunches] I guess I'm on the same boat too... Amaya sat up and sat indian style. The idea of another cigarette was what her lungs craved. It was almost about that time to feed her hunger for weed as well. She lit the cigarette and looked at Mercer. Amaya: Well I know you ain't all enthuastic about life right now, but like what's up...what you got planned for yourself? |
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| MichaelMercer | Feb 21 2007, 07:57 PM Post #38 |
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Michael blinked and looked up at Amaya. "Heh.. if I had anythin' planned out I'd have no reason to be upset about somethin' that should be in the past... I plan on winnin' this fuckin' tournament, that's my plan." |
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| Admin | Feb 23 2007, 03:08 AM Post #39 |
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Amaya: Yeah [She raised an eyebrow]....So who would you want to face off if you get to the finals? She took a drag and shifted her body against the wall keeping his eyes on him. |
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| MichaelMercer | Feb 24 2007, 12:32 AM Post #40 |
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Michael snickered and shook his head a bit. "Well, I'd normally be lookin' forward to it bein' me, Ryba, and Matthews.. but since only myself or Matthews can go to the finals with Mike, that puts a damper on things a bit." Yawning slightly, he leaned until he lay flat on his back on the bench he sat on. "I'm sure I'll see Ryba in the finals whether I'm there with'im or not. As far as a third guy... eh, don' really matter to me. I'll take on anyone. It makes no difference." |
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| Admin | Feb 24 2007, 01:09 AM Post #41 |
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Amaya rolled her eyes hearing Matthew's name. She still haven't gotten over being locked in the bathroom and the boy still haven't apoligized. Bottomline, he was a prick and now banned on Amaya's private shit list. Amaya tilted her head and cracked her neck. A slight pop was heard. Amaya: You and Ryba are good friends? She placed the cigarette on the edge of her mouth and and cracked her knuckles. |
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| MichaelMercer | Feb 24 2007, 01:12 AM Post #42 |
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Michael cocked an eyebrow at the sound of cracking bones, but other than that he paid no mind, simply answering the question he'd been asked. "For a long time. Since I first started wrestling, yeh." |
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| Admin | Feb 24 2007, 01:16 AM Post #43 |
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Amaya: Ah well that's cool. Yeah I met Star and Farah at the beginging of my wrestling career. They're the only bitches I trust around here. [She smirks] Amaya gets up and leans back, cracking her back. Amaya: Sorry I got stiff bones, got to crack tem sometimes...feels good. |
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| MichaelMercer | Feb 24 2007, 01:22 AM Post #44 |
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"Oh yeah, no question 'bout that," Michael nodded, "I crack'em all the time, too, particularly when I'm punchin' someone's fuckin' face in," he quipped with a wry grin. |
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| Admin | Feb 24 2007, 01:36 AM Post #45 |
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Amaya: [Chuckled] Boy you loose.... She got up and walked to the bathroom and threw the cigarette in the toilet. She came out and looked at her watch...she still had a little more time before she had to go see Nina. She found Mercer was a funny guy....it was too bad he wasn't the partying type. She smiled at him and thought for something to say. Amaya: So what's your little girl's name? |
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