Post by Nero Kiryu on Dec 28, 2011 0:54:40 GMT -5
The scene comes in on a tour bus pulling up to the star maker arena, the doors open up and off walks a young white haired man carrying a duffel bag. As his feet hit the ground his head begins to turn to see where he is at, shrugging his shoulders the bus driver points over at the star maker arena and then drives off. Duffel bag on my back headed off into this huge building that stands before me, my head hanging down with my headphones in my ears blaring my loud heavy music.
I keep thinking about home or well at least it was the only thing that I had close to home itself and a real family. All my training has it gone to waste, to wind up here in a wrestling organization I wonder if it has or is this another wild goose chase. Coming up to the door I knock on the back of the arena door, and no one is answering the door no surprise.
I rub my hands looking down at my duffel bag, reaching in and pulling out my gloves putting them on. Damn this weather is fucking cold, shaking my head again I keep seeing flash backs at the Sword Training Grounds practicing with my Sensei, an old man who adopted me when I was just a kid and trained me in the art of combat. My father I guess you could call him, or maybe he had another idea to turn me into a weapon I don't really know anymore.
Finally the door opens up seeing a Techie coming out of the back door sparking up a cigarette, the door is about to close when I sneak past him with my duffel bag in hand closing the door behind him. I head off down the hallway looking for a locker room not really paying attention, I walk right into Kengo's locker room not knowing where I am.[/size][/i]
Nero: Nice place here I wonder why the hell he sent me here in the first damn place. But other than the wrestling aspect of this place I guess I can try to make due.[/i][/size]
To Be Continued...[/size][/i]
I keep thinking about home or well at least it was the only thing that I had close to home itself and a real family. All my training has it gone to waste, to wind up here in a wrestling organization I wonder if it has or is this another wild goose chase. Coming up to the door I knock on the back of the arena door, and no one is answering the door no surprise.
I rub my hands looking down at my duffel bag, reaching in and pulling out my gloves putting them on. Damn this weather is fucking cold, shaking my head again I keep seeing flash backs at the Sword Training Grounds practicing with my Sensei, an old man who adopted me when I was just a kid and trained me in the art of combat. My father I guess you could call him, or maybe he had another idea to turn me into a weapon I don't really know anymore.
Finally the door opens up seeing a Techie coming out of the back door sparking up a cigarette, the door is about to close when I sneak past him with my duffel bag in hand closing the door behind him. I head off down the hallway looking for a locker room not really paying attention, I walk right into Kengo's locker room not knowing where I am.[/size][/i]
Nero: Nice place here I wonder why the hell he sent me here in the first damn place. But other than the wrestling aspect of this place I guess I can try to make due.[/i][/size]
To Be Continued...[/size][/i]
