Post by hoshi on Sept 28, 2013 16:55:41 GMT -5
(OOC: I have permission to use NASCAR Billy in this RP)
NASCAR Billy gazed in awe at his surroundings.
Billy: Sweet baby Jesus. I don't think I've ever been in a house this big.
At the present time, Billy is in Hoshi's spacious home nestled in British Columbia's Fraser Valley; a home she's owned since coming north to Canada in 2005. In particular, Billy is struck by the panoramic view outside, with a full view of the lake and the mountains in the distance.
Hoshi: It's an awesome view, isn't it? Sometimes I just sit here and look at the world going by.
Billy turns to see Hoshi with a beaming smile on her face, a slight bruise where Billy had kicked her.
Hoshi: Can I get you a drink?
Billy: Thanks. I'll have a beer.
Hoshi hisses in disappointment and shrugs.
Hoshi: Sorry. I don't have any beer. I don't drink.
Billy: No beer? What do y'all have with spare ribs?
Hoshi looks through the fridge as she continues talking.
Hoshi: I don't know. What with me also being a vegetarian. Ah. Dr Pepper okay?
Billy: Sure, I guess.
Hoshi passes Billy a can whilst helping herself to one as they both sit down on separate couches. After a brief and uncomfortable silence Billy speaks up.
Billy: I want you to know that I feel real bad about you and your sister. Mama always told me never to lay my hands on a woman.
Hoshi smiles reassuringly.
Hoshi: Please don't worry about it, it's just part of the industry. Most of the time I step into that ring, it's against a man and I'm fine with it. It's just a shame they aren't all gentlemen like yourself.
Billy can't help but blush as he looks down in a way that the phrase "Aw, shucks" was made for.
Billy: You don't really mean that.
Hoshi: Seriously, your kind of chivalry is rare in this business. Look at Cid or Nanook...
Billy: Why exactly is he so sore on you?
Hoshi: He spread a lot of nasty rumours about me. If you wanna be friends with him, that's fine by me but I don't exactly look too kindly on him.
Billy: I can't see how anyone can have anything nasty to say about you.
Hoshi: Well, you're sweet to say so.
Another uncomfortable silence.
Billy: Say, do you like NASCAR?
Hoshi: The racing thing with the stock cars? It's not really my scene. But we can hang if you want.
Billy: *shrugging* No beer, no ribs, no NASCAR. You sure are funny for a gal from the South.
Hoshi: I've got some Skynyrd albums...yeah, I get your point. Well, I moved around a lot growing up and neither of my parents are Southern.
Billy: So who are you fightin' this week?
Hoshi: Larkyn Matthew.
Kira: He's cute!
We've cut to several hours later, Kira lying on the couch, looking at the picture of Larkyn on Hoshi's Smart TV as Hoshi surfs the net.
Hoshi: *uninterested* I suppose he looks okay. Do you mind, I'm looking through the roster. I'm kinda busy here.
Kira: I wonder if he's a virgin. He looks like he might be a virgin.
Hoshi: Kira, for God's sake...
Kira: Of course, I won't let that stop me.
Hoshi groans and rubs her temples in frustration.
Kira: Problem?
Hoshi: Yeah...just go get a soda or something.
Kira shrugs and wanders off as Hoshi resumes her research before looking towards the camera.
Hoshi: I suppose now's the right time to address my opponent. Larkyn Matthew. Don't worry about my sister, she can go a little stir-crazy over guys every once in a while, but she's generally a nice girl once you get to know her. You seem like a nice guy as well. I've been in this business since I was fifteen and learned at the feet of some of the most respected names in America and Japan...it's been a long time since I was as green as you.
Hoshi has a distinctly nostalgic twinkle in her eye.
Hoshi: Now some of the gruffer veterans of our business may run you down as a noobie or treat you as a world-class butt-monkey because you're new to this business. I want to assure you, sweetie. I will treat you with the respect you deserve and we will face each other like professional athletes should. You do seem to perhaps be a little too interested in showing off at the expense of your technique, my sister has the same problem, but I think there's potential in there.
Hoshi has a reassuring smile on her face as she lies on her belly.
Hoshi: So, while we're in that ring, I will not coddle you. I will not 'go easy' on you. I may be a nice girl, but I'm not a doormat. I want you to hang around Larkyn and I don't want you to run back home, crying to momma. I do, however, want to show you the reality of things and the reality is that I'm not easy to beat. I'm sure you'll find that out come match time.
Hoshi gives the peace sign to camera.
Hoshi: Later, dude.
Fade to black.
NASCAR Billy gazed in awe at his surroundings.
Billy: Sweet baby Jesus. I don't think I've ever been in a house this big.
At the present time, Billy is in Hoshi's spacious home nestled in British Columbia's Fraser Valley; a home she's owned since coming north to Canada in 2005. In particular, Billy is struck by the panoramic view outside, with a full view of the lake and the mountains in the distance.
Hoshi: It's an awesome view, isn't it? Sometimes I just sit here and look at the world going by.
Billy turns to see Hoshi with a beaming smile on her face, a slight bruise where Billy had kicked her.
Hoshi: Can I get you a drink?
Billy: Thanks. I'll have a beer.
Hoshi hisses in disappointment and shrugs.
Hoshi: Sorry. I don't have any beer. I don't drink.
Billy: No beer? What do y'all have with spare ribs?
Hoshi looks through the fridge as she continues talking.
Hoshi: I don't know. What with me also being a vegetarian. Ah. Dr Pepper okay?
Billy: Sure, I guess.
Hoshi passes Billy a can whilst helping herself to one as they both sit down on separate couches. After a brief and uncomfortable silence Billy speaks up.
Billy: I want you to know that I feel real bad about you and your sister. Mama always told me never to lay my hands on a woman.
Hoshi smiles reassuringly.
Hoshi: Please don't worry about it, it's just part of the industry. Most of the time I step into that ring, it's against a man and I'm fine with it. It's just a shame they aren't all gentlemen like yourself.
Billy can't help but blush as he looks down in a way that the phrase "Aw, shucks" was made for.
Billy: You don't really mean that.
Hoshi: Seriously, your kind of chivalry is rare in this business. Look at Cid or Nanook...
Billy: Why exactly is he so sore on you?
Hoshi: He spread a lot of nasty rumours about me. If you wanna be friends with him, that's fine by me but I don't exactly look too kindly on him.
Billy: I can't see how anyone can have anything nasty to say about you.
Hoshi: Well, you're sweet to say so.
Another uncomfortable silence.
Billy: Say, do you like NASCAR?
Hoshi: The racing thing with the stock cars? It's not really my scene. But we can hang if you want.
Billy: *shrugging* No beer, no ribs, no NASCAR. You sure are funny for a gal from the South.
Hoshi: I've got some Skynyrd albums...yeah, I get your point. Well, I moved around a lot growing up and neither of my parents are Southern.
Billy: So who are you fightin' this week?
Hoshi: Larkyn Matthew.
Kira: He's cute!
We've cut to several hours later, Kira lying on the couch, looking at the picture of Larkyn on Hoshi's Smart TV as Hoshi surfs the net.
Hoshi: *uninterested* I suppose he looks okay. Do you mind, I'm looking through the roster. I'm kinda busy here.
Kira: I wonder if he's a virgin. He looks like he might be a virgin.
Hoshi: Kira, for God's sake...
Kira: Of course, I won't let that stop me.
Hoshi groans and rubs her temples in frustration.
Kira: Problem?
Hoshi: Yeah...just go get a soda or something.
Kira shrugs and wanders off as Hoshi resumes her research before looking towards the camera.
Hoshi: I suppose now's the right time to address my opponent. Larkyn Matthew. Don't worry about my sister, she can go a little stir-crazy over guys every once in a while, but she's generally a nice girl once you get to know her. You seem like a nice guy as well. I've been in this business since I was fifteen and learned at the feet of some of the most respected names in America and Japan...it's been a long time since I was as green as you.
Hoshi has a distinctly nostalgic twinkle in her eye.
Hoshi: Now some of the gruffer veterans of our business may run you down as a noobie or treat you as a world-class butt-monkey because you're new to this business. I want to assure you, sweetie. I will treat you with the respect you deserve and we will face each other like professional athletes should. You do seem to perhaps be a little too interested in showing off at the expense of your technique, my sister has the same problem, but I think there's potential in there.
Hoshi has a reassuring smile on her face as she lies on her belly.
Hoshi: So, while we're in that ring, I will not coddle you. I will not 'go easy' on you. I may be a nice girl, but I'm not a doormat. I want you to hang around Larkyn and I don't want you to run back home, crying to momma. I do, however, want to show you the reality of things and the reality is that I'm not easy to beat. I'm sure you'll find that out come match time.
Hoshi gives the peace sign to camera.
Hoshi: Later, dude.
Fade to black.
