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Post by Admin on Dec 15, 2019 10:34:51 GMT -6
 Azurine Vebbins vs "Girl Crush" Muriko IhariRoleplay Limit: ONERoleplay Deadline: Saturday, January 4, 2020 @ 1AM Central |
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Post by azurinevebbins on Dec 31, 2019 7:24:36 GMT -6
National Trivia Day
[Our surreal scene opens with “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins standing behind a podium with a makeshift buzzer in her left hand. In her right hand, “The Hardheaded Housewife” holds a fork tastefully twirling some non-sauced spaghetti noodles. Between lines of logic, Vebbins eats to maintain a steady level of energy.]
Azurine Vebbins: Greetin’s, chanters! Recordin’ dis promotional material extra early since da next week of celebrations are goin’ to be mighty hectic for da missus and me. What, between National Bacon Day tomorrow, New Years Eve after dat, New Years Day, National Sci Fi Day, Personal Trainer Awareness Day, Chocolate Covered Cherries Day, Spaghetti Day, National Whipped Cream...which my rival Muriko Ihari is not a very big fan of, and my one-year weddin’ anniversary to Nidia on National Cuddle Up Day...I’m pretty tied up ‘til January 7 of MMXX, Double M Double X, or 2020 if you’re so inclined.
To some, dough, dat might all sound quite trivial listin’ celebrations from December 30 to January 6. However, it’s why I appreciate knowin’ National Trivia Day falls on Saturday, January 4. Like National Spaghetti Day, it’s anoder way of usin’ my noodle. Plus, deyr’s not much to celebrate on Sunday, December 29, y’know? I mean, apart from Tony Stark’s love interest, when have you ever heard of a “pepper pot?” My fixed point exactly! Dat’s why when viewin’ dis particular programmin’ do so wid da understandin’ dat it’s just one sleep before DrowDown Episode Double X Eight. Imagine some even sang dat in deyr subconscious like Kermit da Frog’s Bob Crachit sang “One More Sleep ‘Til Christmas” in “A Muppet’s Christmas Carol,” eh?
Feelin’ freakishly frenetic as if I’ve been more psycho dan logical when rollin’ for my intelligence attribute. Blame Dolores for dat burden. She’ll get hers on Groundhog Day, February 2nd at “Myrrhder, She Wrote.” Between now and when MHW overwhelms da O2 Arena, dat blimey banshee better oxygenate. Only control she conjures will be contemplatin’ if she’d prefer chipped denticles, a cracked clavicle, or be coughin’ coccyx. Aye, like an often-opened library book, I’ll be doin’ some-din’ to her spine when we sashay.
Sunday, January 5, however, is when I’ll be undulatin’ into da United Center for a fervent flamenco. Dis particular performance seems tsunami-scale when we eventually tussle and tango. Muriko may hail from da Land of da Risin’ Sun, but “Da Adorkable Angel” shall descend upon her when we wallop one anoder in Da Windy City. Da Coven might even claim I’m Dor-o-dy after viewin’ da heavy house of offense I’ll be droppin’ on Ihari.
Doubt dis requires fur-der translation yet here’s my “Daily Double,” I’m wagerin’ her fightin’ stance ends up in “Jeopardy!”-type trouble. Wish I were more subtle, wish she wasn’t only enough beads of sweat to produce a puddle pessimistic, but dat dame’s on da bubble of becomin’ a sorry statistic. Imagine sports bars from Tokyo to Topeka, Topeka to Toronto, and Toronto back to Tokyo all askin’ who lost to Azurine Vebbins in her first sanctioned MHW merengue in 2020? Sounds like a first round question at da local pub quiz to me.
Goin’ to bump and grind my agile adversary to a sudden, screechin’ halt. Hai, it’s a gratuitous gear one should gyrate to remove a “Girl Crush” from rotation. Den again, dat’s probably perturbed postulation rad-er dan saucy subliminal speculation.
After all, I’m an honest housewife, nearly married a year, what exactly do I have to fear? No-din’, you hear! My supportive spouse’s not a gold digger or attractin’ action from anoder feminine figure. Nidia’s my sugar swivels. She’s sweet, petite, knows how to keep me in stride, and away from strife. Plus, deyr’s da fact of her bein’ a magnificent motivatrix regardin’ personal and professional pursuits. Hence, I consider we’ll calmly celebrate National Whipped Cream Day to-ged-er once I cease clashin’ wid Muriko. Just hope my dressin’ and hotel rooms are sufficiently stocked, y’know?
“The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins randomly presses down on her buzzer.
Azurine Vebbins: I’ll take “Rhetorical Questions” for one-dousand points.
Our scene ends with Vebbins double blinking at the video camera. The final image is of an empty plate with the message: I Award You No Points and May Azzy Have Mercy on Your Soul.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2019 10:45:22 GMT -6
Act 1 - Holidaze
Muriko had returned to Japan for the holidays. Christmas is one of those funny holidays that some of the Japanese have embraced and so when she arrived home, she wasn’t surprised to see some decorations splattered about.
She walked into the home and almost immediately, Huruka was rushing to greet her.
“Oy! She’s home!” the younger sister cried out. Huruka was still nursing her injury, arm in a sling, even though her injury was to her rotator cuff, it was important to keep the limb from moving about too much.
One arm was placed around Muriko, before the older sister finally had enough. “Okay, okay. Give me some space.” Muriko finally closed the door and set her suitcase aside. “How are mama and papa?”
“Fine. I mean, they asked about you. Papa seems to have chilled a bit about everything that went down before we left, but every once in a while, you can tell he’s still angry about it.”
“Ah.” Muriko had to weigh the options before returning to Japan. Everything that was left to say after she and Huruka had left for the US was never said. It didn’t help that Muriko avoided any conversations with her father while she was gone.
“There she is!” exclaims her mother, Kasumi. Kasumi Ihari, former Kasumi Otanashi of Idol Team Otanashi fame with her sister - and Muriko and Huruka’s aunt -- Kurumi. DTI’s mother was the youngest of the two and definitely feared when they did wrestle. As mentioned before, mother Kasumi did not want the pro wrestling lifestyle for her children, but she couldn’t dissuade them especially after the encouragement of their father.
A hug and a kiss from her mother and Muriko was ready to take her suitcase and go to her room and sleep. The trip exhausted her and she just wanted to rest.
However, as she grabbed her suitcase and rounded the corner into the hallway, the front door opened and shut. She heard her sister cry out, “Papa!” and she could even hear the hug her sister gave her father who just grunted in response. She could hear him walking out of the entryway and step onto the carpet as she turns around and was face to face with Papa Ihari.
“Ah, so you’re back.”
“Just for the holiday.”
“I see. So you’re going back.”
“Yes, after the holiday.”
“I see. Well, dinner should be ready soon.”
“Yes, sir.”
With that, she turned around and pulled her suitcase down the hallway and disappeared into her room.
Act 2: New Year
The fireworks have begun in Ihari’s prefecture and Muriko Ihari is sitting on the steps that lead to her parents' home. She leans back on both hands as she watches the sky light up with colors and explosions. The door opens up behind her and soon, Huruka is sitting down next to her and their faces are lighting up as they watch the night become decorated with the celebration into the new year.
“Anyone miss me?” Huruka asks as they both continue to stare into the night.
“Everyone misses you, of course.” Muriko finally answers after a long pause. “They wonder when you’re coming back.”
“I don’t know if I am, to be honest. I feel that father isn’t doing so well and I should probably stay and help out around here.”
“I was wondering if something was going on.” It’s not like their father talked much about his health with them. “Mother hasn’t said anything?”
Huruka shakes her head, “No. You know how they are. Father doesn’t want to talk about it. Mother doesn’t want to worry us.”
“Hai.”
“So, Azurine Vebbins is your first match back.”
“Yes. I know it’ll be tough. I’m still upset for not beating Skrabz, but I have to move on.”
“It’s not like you’re in bad company. Hardly anyone has beaten Skrabz. I wouldn’t beat yourself up over that one.”
“I know, but…”
There’s a long pause in silence as the fireworks seemed to have stopped. Finally, as the silence becomes awkward, Huruka turns to Muriko, “But?”
A soft shrugs before Muriko finally answers, “I feel like I’ve lost my way somehow.”
The fireworks light up once again as Huruka leaned her head on her sister’s shoulder, “Onesan.”
Act 3 - Promo
The fireworks had stopped long ago. Muriko was in her room lying on her bed but sleep does not come to her. It’s not like she’s dressed for bed, but her soul felt tired as she shifts from her side to her back to her other side before giving up in frustration. She reaches for her phone and lies on her back. She swipes it open and turns on the recorder:
ON CAMERA
The video starts as Muriko looks into the camera. There’s a tired, yet agitated expression on her face as she doesn’t say a word. She just looks straight ahead right into the camera. Her eyes shift just a little. Here. There. A little up. A little down. To the side. Her lips purse together as she finally manages to say, “Azurine Vebbins.”
She reaches up and runs her fingers through her black hair as she shakes her head. Before she removes her fingers from her hair, she grips it for just a bit before letting her hand come back down to her side. She narrows her eyes and in English, just says, “Dead doll,” before turning off the recording.
OFF CAMERA
She sets her phone down and turns back to her side and pulls a cover over herself before finally drifting to sleep. She had a plane to catch tomorrow.
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