Post by Slut (✿ ◕‿◕) on Aug 4, 2013 17:44:53 GMT -4
Lizzie Morna and her camera crew are standing behind the door labelled 'Kahlan'. The sound of a shower running is heard from across the door. Lizzie raps her knuckles gently once upon the door. When no response comes forth she repeats her knocking, this time more persistently. The noise from running water is cut silent and a minute later the door is swung open.
Kahlan is soaked, dripping water, holding the door wide open. To Lizzie’s obvious horror she is stark naked. Kahlan takes in the hand moving up to cover Lizzie’s gaped mouth and the man hiding behind in the fog of the camera’s view, with one scrutinizing glare. “Wha-” is all she is able to get out before a bulb is turned on in her head and with raised eyebrows she looks down at herself. “Oh! I forgot!” The door is slammed shut. Behind it something whacks against a solid object. “Ow! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!” A moment later the door is thrown open again. Kahlan is stood somewhat clothed in an indecent T-shirt far too large for her, which manages to cover her down to the tops of her knees. Her beaming face leaves anything remotely near shame out of her features. “Why Lizzie look at you! You look so good! Please, do come in!”
Once everyone gets to go inside and the door is shut, Kahlan points to the only bench lining against a set of lockers, “Please, sit right down.” While Lizzie is making herself comfortable, Kahlan pulls on a pair of jean shorts, and ties her wet blue hair back into a pony tail. “So how’ve you been?”
“I’ve been pretty good, thanks for asking.” Lizzie clears her throat taking on a more professional demeanour. “The reason I’m hear is your return actually. And your first match back. It was a tough night, eh?”
“I’ve had tougher. Oh, and yea it’s good to be back. Fans are great, the money is good. Not that I need it anymore, but it’s a pleasant thing to get. However, I do feel particularly dirty right now. I’ve been scrubbing myself for the past half an hour trying to get this stink off of me! Gee, I got touched by that skank prostitute and her pimp. You know, that revolting Nicholas. God I feel so dirty. Why do I get to have a match with the likes of him on my first night back? Do you know why Lizzie?”
“Well, I don’t know. It is the managerial decision.”
“Yea, I guess. But man that guy has the cheek. Was it me or did I hear him correctly when he was rambling about being in love and all that garbage? I mean the guy is a total jackass. He knew I was dating this movie star, Bradly Cooper, and he drops his fat ugly arse bouncing about my vicinity. I don’t even want to think about what sort of diseases he has got carrying with him-”
“It’s ok Kahlan, I think he made it clear that he has long moved on to other things and isn’t thinking about the past between you anymore.”
“He is lying, that fat oaf. These men are all the same I tell you. He is beyond pissed off that he can’t get what he wants. The only way he thinks he can hide it is by making a scene and seeming all tough.”
“He did do a big splash on you from the top rope if I remember right.”
Kahlan regards Lizzie with a tight mouth. “That reminds me, I need to go and get those clothes I was wearing and burn them. They’re beyond saving now; I’ll probably get a rash or something if I wear them again, no matter how much I try to clean them.”
Lizzie is about to make a remark when Kahlan suddenly stands up. “You!” She points directly above the camera view. “Get out!”
“But he has the camera, he is recording the interview!” Kahlan shrugs Lizzie’s protests away and opens the door. “Baby the interview is over. Me an you however…” a coy smile works its way around the corners of Kahlan’s lips. “… Have some unfinished business.”
Lizzie shifts around on her bench in apparent discomfort when Kahlan pushes the camera man out of the door and slams it shut behind him. However, not before catching Kahlan’s breathy voice, “I need you to rub my back now, I can’t get to it.”
EOT (:
Kahlan is soaked, dripping water, holding the door wide open. To Lizzie’s obvious horror she is stark naked. Kahlan takes in the hand moving up to cover Lizzie’s gaped mouth and the man hiding behind in the fog of the camera’s view, with one scrutinizing glare. “Wha-” is all she is able to get out before a bulb is turned on in her head and with raised eyebrows she looks down at herself. “Oh! I forgot!” The door is slammed shut. Behind it something whacks against a solid object. “Ow! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!” A moment later the door is thrown open again. Kahlan is stood somewhat clothed in an indecent T-shirt far too large for her, which manages to cover her down to the tops of her knees. Her beaming face leaves anything remotely near shame out of her features. “Why Lizzie look at you! You look so good! Please, do come in!”
Once everyone gets to go inside and the door is shut, Kahlan points to the only bench lining against a set of lockers, “Please, sit right down.” While Lizzie is making herself comfortable, Kahlan pulls on a pair of jean shorts, and ties her wet blue hair back into a pony tail. “So how’ve you been?”
“I’ve been pretty good, thanks for asking.” Lizzie clears her throat taking on a more professional demeanour. “The reason I’m hear is your return actually. And your first match back. It was a tough night, eh?”
“I’ve had tougher. Oh, and yea it’s good to be back. Fans are great, the money is good. Not that I need it anymore, but it’s a pleasant thing to get. However, I do feel particularly dirty right now. I’ve been scrubbing myself for the past half an hour trying to get this stink off of me! Gee, I got touched by that skank prostitute and her pimp. You know, that revolting Nicholas. God I feel so dirty. Why do I get to have a match with the likes of him on my first night back? Do you know why Lizzie?”
“Well, I don’t know. It is the managerial decision.”
“Yea, I guess. But man that guy has the cheek. Was it me or did I hear him correctly when he was rambling about being in love and all that garbage? I mean the guy is a total jackass. He knew I was dating this movie star, Bradly Cooper, and he drops his fat ugly arse bouncing about my vicinity. I don’t even want to think about what sort of diseases he has got carrying with him-”
“It’s ok Kahlan, I think he made it clear that he has long moved on to other things and isn’t thinking about the past between you anymore.”
“He is lying, that fat oaf. These men are all the same I tell you. He is beyond pissed off that he can’t get what he wants. The only way he thinks he can hide it is by making a scene and seeming all tough.”
“He did do a big splash on you from the top rope if I remember right.”
Kahlan regards Lizzie with a tight mouth. “That reminds me, I need to go and get those clothes I was wearing and burn them. They’re beyond saving now; I’ll probably get a rash or something if I wear them again, no matter how much I try to clean them.”
Lizzie is about to make a remark when Kahlan suddenly stands up. “You!” She points directly above the camera view. “Get out!”
“But he has the camera, he is recording the interview!” Kahlan shrugs Lizzie’s protests away and opens the door. “Baby the interview is over. Me an you however…” a coy smile works its way around the corners of Kahlan’s lips. “… Have some unfinished business.”
Lizzie shifts around on her bench in apparent discomfort when Kahlan pushes the camera man out of the door and slams it shut behind him. However, not before catching Kahlan’s breathy voice, “I need you to rub my back now, I can’t get to it.”
EOT (:
