Post by chaise on Jan 25, 2019 15:32:27 GMT
(OOC: please bear in mind that this RP is mostly character background to set her story and a shout out to someone who let me use their character)
The storm outside was getting worse. The wind was howling loudly, a piercing whistle escaping somehow behind the closed and locked down windows. The screens on the outside rattled, and the patter of the rain on the glass plinking as it came down hard. The sound echoed off the roof of the house, in a steady rhythm. The blond sitting on the bed, leaned back against her pillows at peace. She loved the sound of the rain as it hammered against the side of her house. It was tranquil and brought a peace she rarely found. Lately, she’s been in such a rut that she spent most of her nights crying in bed, wallowed up in her sorrow and self pity with a side of anxiety and depression. So nights like this were a rarity for the young 23 year old.
It all started three months ago. It was the middle of October, and she along side her high school sweetheart, were cruising down the Santa Monica Boulevard. They were out celebrating her 23rd birthday at the Santa Monica Pier earlier and were heading home after a few drinks and ferris wheel rides. It was around 12:30 in the morning, when they were suddenly hit from behind. The impact had sent the car spinning and down into a ditch where the car flipped over. Chaise had been wearing her seatbelt. Kyle had not. He had been killed instantly. She spent just a few days in the hospital, only suffering a few scrapes from broken glass and large bruises formed from the seatbelt and airbags. She had wished it had been her instead.
Now, three months later, she sat alone on the king sized bed, never touching the spot where he had once slept. They had just bought the house a year prior from inheritance he had received from his grandparents. They were planning on starting a life together. A life that was now changed and would never be. She closed her eyes as the flash of lightning lit up the sky. The light so bright she saw it through her eyelids. The sound of the thunder came closely after. She loved storms, but with each flash of lightning came a flashback of the headlights coming from behind her.
Since that night, she’s cut herself out from the world. After the service and burial, she stopped answering phone calls. If there was a knock on the door, she ignored it. She stopped going to work. She barely got up in the morning to eat. It took over a month for her to finally get out of the house just to run to the grocery store. Even then it was painful because by then she had become a town celebrity. Not in a good way. She was known as the hermit. Not that she let that bother her. But when she entered the only grocery store in her neighborhood, she had been flocked with people of concern. “How are you?” “Do you need anything?” “Want to get together soon?” It had been to much for her. So she locked herself back up in her house and ordered take out nearly every night to just avoid everyone.
…………………………
One Month Prior
It was only about a month ago that someone actually forced themselves on her. Someone, the only person left who had a key to the house, had stopped by and found Chaise laying in bed watching old black and white films on TMC. The person opened up the bedroom door, and jumped up on the bed, in Kyles spot. That was when Chaise felt the first emotion besides guilt. She felt rage. Sitting up quickly, she got to her feet and attacked the person, only to be rendered helpless with the person pinning her to the floor as she screamed and cried.
WOMAN: You should know by now that you will never win a match against me, Chaise.
CHAISE: Get off me!
WOMAN: Are you going to calm your ass down?
CHAISE: Get off me!
The woman sighs as Chaise continues to struggle, attempting to thrust the woman off her. But this was basically the woman's career. She was a professional wrestler. And if she was adamant about keeping Chaise down, she would succeed. Chaise knew she was wasting her time but her rage was blinding her. How dare the woman come into Kyle's house, come into Kyles bedroom, and take Kyle's place on the king sized bed.
WOMAN: Chaise, relax! You can’t beat me. So calm the fuck down!
Chaise slumped down in forfeit. Tears of anguish continued to trail down the side of her now reddened face. The woman got up and extended a hand to the blond. Chaise stared up at the brunette hovering over here. Chaise was still in a pair of flannel black and white pajama pants and a black tank top. Her greasy hair mattered to her head in tangled up knots. She showered but never bothered to blow dry or brush out her hair. The brunette stood there in black skinny jeans and a forest green wrap around shirt. Finally, Chaise reached for the hand of the intruder and got to her feet.
WOMAN: Are we better now?
CHAISE: What are you doing here?
WOMAN: You refused to answer your phone. I haven’t heard from you in nearly two months, Chay. Everyone's been asking about you and all I can tell them is that when you’re ready you’ll let them know. It’s been two months! I know your hurting, but don’t you think it's time to move on?
Chaise stared at the woman as though she had three heads.
CHAISE: Move on? How am I supposed to move on?! When everything I’ve been living for is now gone! What's the point?! I’m trying to die! Not live!
The woman suddenly slaps Chaise. Her head spins left and a hand reflectively reaches up to the red handprint on her right cheek.
WOMAN: Don’t you ever say that! If that were true, you would have succeeded already! Chaise, you wouldn’t be here, eating shit food every night watching shitty television! This isn’t what Kyle would have wanted you to do with the rest of your life! Shut away from the world that he loved! What happened to him was a tragedy, and his life taken away far too soon, but he wouldn’t want you waste the rest of yours!
CHAISE: You don’t know what Kyle would have wanted! He would have wanted to die with me too if the roles were reversed!
WOMAN: If the roles were reversed, would you have wanted Kyle to live the way you are now? Or would you have wanted him to move on?
Chaise came up short from a retaliation. She never asked herself that question. If she was the one who died, would she have wanted Kyle to behave the way she was? The answer was obvious. She would have wanted him to move on and live his life to its fullest.
WOMAN: You know I’m right, Chaise. And I’m here to help you. Look, I know it’s never been your ‘thing’, what I do. But maybe, just maybe, you should give it a shot. I know that you are filled with anger and sorrow. And there are healthier ways than eating pizza and drinking soda to help you coop with all of that.
CHAISE: WHat do you mean?
WOMAN: I know you will refuse to go to a therapist. So I wont waste my breath on suggesting that. But whenever I get pissed off about something and need to relieve some tension, I hit the gym. Why don’t you come out and stay with me or a bit? I don’t think you should be left alone to go back to living the way you are. Come train with me. Give me a month, and maybe, just maybe… you can join me.
CHAISE: Join you?
WOMAN: In my line of business, you can legally take out your frustration out on other people. You can kick their ass without the risk of a lawsuit. I know the pent up anger inside of you is emerging. And I feel like this would be better for you than therapy.
CHAISE: You want me to wrestler? Are you fucking nuts! I know next to nothing about it! I don’t even like it! I only came to events because you gave me free tickets and Kyle loved it!
WOMAN: Chaise, it’s a healthy alternative compared to this. Come with me. Give me a month. And if you don’t like it, we can find you another hobby to distract you and help you through this grief. Because doing what you’re doing, will eventually lead you expensive health problems.
Chaise let out a sigh. She never thought of herself as pursuing a career in wrestling. She was never very athletic. But maybe training with her wouldn’t be a terrible thing. She knew she had gained weight eating all the pizza and doritos. Maybe a few gym sessions wouldn’t hurt her.
CHAISE: Okay…..
WOMAN: Okay? Wait, are you actually considering it?
The womans surprise was a total shock to Chaise. Did the woman really think that Chaise would turn the offer down?
CHAISE: You’re right. Kyle would want me to go on, and to do something with myself. I’m not saying I’m going to become a diva, but maybe a few sessions in the gym will help me put myself back together.
The woman smiles at Chaise and then the two embraced.
WOMAN: I never thought I’d like it either to be honest. But it feels natural to me. And maybe it will to you as well.
CHAISE: I doubt it.
WOMAN: I’m going to go and look through your fridge and see if we can make something healthier for dinner than left over pizza.
Chaise smiled at the woman.
CHAISE: Okay.
The woman starts to leave the bedroom, confident that Chaise wont go back to bed. Before she exits, she turns back to Chaise.
WOMAN: And Chaise, dear? Do me a favor? Take a shower. A real one. With shampoo, soap and a razor. You’re smelling a lil nasty.
Chaise stared after her as the woman then disappeared, her mouth hanging open a little. She then stood up and looked in her vanity mirror at herself. She didn’t realize how badly she had become. She showered, sure, but apparently not to normal standards. Crinkling her nose, she went to the master bathroom and turned on the shower. She could hear her friend downstairs rummaging through cabinets for pots and pans. She knew she needed to change and get her life together. Maybe her friend was right. Maybe she would like training to becoming a diva. She never attacked anyone before and it felt kind of good, although she failed, to go after someone. Maybe…. Kyle would have liked it to…. So for him, she would try to live her life… and attempt something different.
………………………………………………..
CURRENT DAY:
So here she was, getting ready to leave Santa Monica. Leaving her house temporarily with nothing but a suitcase. It had only taken her a month, but Chaise felt like a natural. With her friends help and her quick learning, she had moved up to mature level at competing. She had gone to the gym everyday to train for hours. She already shed the weight she put on those two months of eating take out, and her muscles were beginning to form. And just last week, her friend got her an interview with the same company she already worked for. Divine. They seemed impressed enough with her to give her a starters contract and already she was booked for her first match against some girl named Misty Vega. She knew next to nothing about the girl, but she was going to try to learn everything she could about the woman. Her friend offered to help her study old tapes of Misty Vega, and her friend already knew some things about the girls past that would probably be able to help her.
For example, the girl came from a different federation called EHWF. She was attacked for turning on former allies to an extent that she was injured so badly she couldn’t return back to the business before it closed.
Chaise knew that Misty would probably be one hell of a competitor, especially where Chaise was just starting out. Chaise wasn’t afraid to lose. And she knew that the probability of her losing was greater than one of her actually winning her first match. According to her friend, Misty Vega would be a great first match opponent. Although Misty was experienced, she was still at times on a rookie level.
There was no way that Misty was going to want to lose to someone in their very first match. Misty would be bringing everything she could into this match up and Chaise was expecting it. According to Chaises source, Misty wasn’t the kind of competitor to no show or hold back. She was talented enough to stay on the roster and win most of her matches thrown her way. There was nothing really negative to say about Misty, not that Chaise was in any position to say anything negative about her. She didn’t even know her. She tried to find her on twitter but to no availability. Probably smart to stay off social media. Everyone was always retweeting each other and turning peaceful messages into hateful slogans. Chaise has already been targeted herself. She simply misspelled a word and people on twitter were like vultures, attacking her feed. It was rather pathetic.
Misty has been seen peeking around the arena, or so Chaise has heard. Probably trying to figure Chaise out. Hell, Chaise was still trying to figure Chaise out. Her friend had been going over different angles she could use in her match, trying to find her niche. Was she a high flyer? Not really. Chaise knew she was clumsy. Was she a brawler? She had to shrug because she’s never been in a fight. She never had to be. Growing up people either feared her because of her popularity, or only spoke with words, mostly behind her back or on screen. She wasn’t the nicest person, but she wasn’t the meanest either. She never went out of her way to help a random stranger, but she was loyal to those who were loyal to her. She came from money, and she knew that she was attractive, having landed a couple of modeling gigs in the past. That's how she met the one person that made her feel different. Kyle had been a camera man and at first, Chaise thought he was just hitting on her when he told her how pretty she was, but then he started showing he paid more attention to her than just her looks. He made her want to be a better person once she really got to know him. He was kind. He was handsome. And he put up with her sometimes bitchy, bratty, sarcastic ways.
But all of that has changed. Now all she felt was rage and frustration. Chaise’s friend stated that was a good start to the match. To try and suppress it until the sound of the bell rang and she could go at it with Misty Vega. Being back in front of cameras gave Chaise a slight sense of excitement. Having been in the modeling industry for a bit gave her an edge of not being camera shy. She knew what the audience wanted. Hopefully this would work to her advantage as she tried to figure out who she could become in this industry. Unfortunately, Misty Vega was going to be her first opponent on her road to self discovery.
Hopefully the match would be a good one. One that would set a bar for Chaise to try and hurl herself over into getting better. She didn’t dream of ever reaching the top. There were far better, more experienced players in this game and with so many talented individuals, she doubted that she would move that far up the ladder. But this was a good start. She felt good going into this match. If Misty did beat the living shit out of her, so be it. It would mean that Chaise was just starting at the very bottom, and there was only one direction that she could go in and that was up.
A taxi pulled into her driveway and Chaise turned around to look at the white house one final time. She would be back. But for now, she had a new adventure to travel on. The driver got out of the taxi and opened the trunk. He places her suitcase in and shuts it before he opens the back door. After a final glance, she turns around and enters the taxi. He shuts the door, gets back in, and backs out of the short driveway. As they pull out onto her street, she doesn’t glance back, because her future laid ahead of her.
The storm outside was getting worse. The wind was howling loudly, a piercing whistle escaping somehow behind the closed and locked down windows. The screens on the outside rattled, and the patter of the rain on the glass plinking as it came down hard. The sound echoed off the roof of the house, in a steady rhythm. The blond sitting on the bed, leaned back against her pillows at peace. She loved the sound of the rain as it hammered against the side of her house. It was tranquil and brought a peace she rarely found. Lately, she’s been in such a rut that she spent most of her nights crying in bed, wallowed up in her sorrow and self pity with a side of anxiety and depression. So nights like this were a rarity for the young 23 year old.
It all started three months ago. It was the middle of October, and she along side her high school sweetheart, were cruising down the Santa Monica Boulevard. They were out celebrating her 23rd birthday at the Santa Monica Pier earlier and were heading home after a few drinks and ferris wheel rides. It was around 12:30 in the morning, when they were suddenly hit from behind. The impact had sent the car spinning and down into a ditch where the car flipped over. Chaise had been wearing her seatbelt. Kyle had not. He had been killed instantly. She spent just a few days in the hospital, only suffering a few scrapes from broken glass and large bruises formed from the seatbelt and airbags. She had wished it had been her instead.
Now, three months later, she sat alone on the king sized bed, never touching the spot where he had once slept. They had just bought the house a year prior from inheritance he had received from his grandparents. They were planning on starting a life together. A life that was now changed and would never be. She closed her eyes as the flash of lightning lit up the sky. The light so bright she saw it through her eyelids. The sound of the thunder came closely after. She loved storms, but with each flash of lightning came a flashback of the headlights coming from behind her.
Since that night, she’s cut herself out from the world. After the service and burial, she stopped answering phone calls. If there was a knock on the door, she ignored it. She stopped going to work. She barely got up in the morning to eat. It took over a month for her to finally get out of the house just to run to the grocery store. Even then it was painful because by then she had become a town celebrity. Not in a good way. She was known as the hermit. Not that she let that bother her. But when she entered the only grocery store in her neighborhood, she had been flocked with people of concern. “How are you?” “Do you need anything?” “Want to get together soon?” It had been to much for her. So she locked herself back up in her house and ordered take out nearly every night to just avoid everyone.
…………………………
One Month Prior
It was only about a month ago that someone actually forced themselves on her. Someone, the only person left who had a key to the house, had stopped by and found Chaise laying in bed watching old black and white films on TMC. The person opened up the bedroom door, and jumped up on the bed, in Kyles spot. That was when Chaise felt the first emotion besides guilt. She felt rage. Sitting up quickly, she got to her feet and attacked the person, only to be rendered helpless with the person pinning her to the floor as she screamed and cried.
WOMAN: You should know by now that you will never win a match against me, Chaise.
CHAISE: Get off me!
WOMAN: Are you going to calm your ass down?
CHAISE: Get off me!
The woman sighs as Chaise continues to struggle, attempting to thrust the woman off her. But this was basically the woman's career. She was a professional wrestler. And if she was adamant about keeping Chaise down, she would succeed. Chaise knew she was wasting her time but her rage was blinding her. How dare the woman come into Kyle's house, come into Kyles bedroom, and take Kyle's place on the king sized bed.
WOMAN: Chaise, relax! You can’t beat me. So calm the fuck down!
Chaise slumped down in forfeit. Tears of anguish continued to trail down the side of her now reddened face. The woman got up and extended a hand to the blond. Chaise stared up at the brunette hovering over here. Chaise was still in a pair of flannel black and white pajama pants and a black tank top. Her greasy hair mattered to her head in tangled up knots. She showered but never bothered to blow dry or brush out her hair. The brunette stood there in black skinny jeans and a forest green wrap around shirt. Finally, Chaise reached for the hand of the intruder and got to her feet.
WOMAN: Are we better now?
CHAISE: What are you doing here?
WOMAN: You refused to answer your phone. I haven’t heard from you in nearly two months, Chay. Everyone's been asking about you and all I can tell them is that when you’re ready you’ll let them know. It’s been two months! I know your hurting, but don’t you think it's time to move on?
Chaise stared at the woman as though she had three heads.
CHAISE: Move on? How am I supposed to move on?! When everything I’ve been living for is now gone! What's the point?! I’m trying to die! Not live!
The woman suddenly slaps Chaise. Her head spins left and a hand reflectively reaches up to the red handprint on her right cheek.
WOMAN: Don’t you ever say that! If that were true, you would have succeeded already! Chaise, you wouldn’t be here, eating shit food every night watching shitty television! This isn’t what Kyle would have wanted you to do with the rest of your life! Shut away from the world that he loved! What happened to him was a tragedy, and his life taken away far too soon, but he wouldn’t want you waste the rest of yours!
CHAISE: You don’t know what Kyle would have wanted! He would have wanted to die with me too if the roles were reversed!
WOMAN: If the roles were reversed, would you have wanted Kyle to live the way you are now? Or would you have wanted him to move on?
Chaise came up short from a retaliation. She never asked herself that question. If she was the one who died, would she have wanted Kyle to behave the way she was? The answer was obvious. She would have wanted him to move on and live his life to its fullest.
WOMAN: You know I’m right, Chaise. And I’m here to help you. Look, I know it’s never been your ‘thing’, what I do. But maybe, just maybe, you should give it a shot. I know that you are filled with anger and sorrow. And there are healthier ways than eating pizza and drinking soda to help you coop with all of that.
CHAISE: WHat do you mean?
WOMAN: I know you will refuse to go to a therapist. So I wont waste my breath on suggesting that. But whenever I get pissed off about something and need to relieve some tension, I hit the gym. Why don’t you come out and stay with me or a bit? I don’t think you should be left alone to go back to living the way you are. Come train with me. Give me a month, and maybe, just maybe… you can join me.
CHAISE: Join you?
WOMAN: In my line of business, you can legally take out your frustration out on other people. You can kick their ass without the risk of a lawsuit. I know the pent up anger inside of you is emerging. And I feel like this would be better for you than therapy.
CHAISE: You want me to wrestler? Are you fucking nuts! I know next to nothing about it! I don’t even like it! I only came to events because you gave me free tickets and Kyle loved it!
WOMAN: Chaise, it’s a healthy alternative compared to this. Come with me. Give me a month. And if you don’t like it, we can find you another hobby to distract you and help you through this grief. Because doing what you’re doing, will eventually lead you expensive health problems.
Chaise let out a sigh. She never thought of herself as pursuing a career in wrestling. She was never very athletic. But maybe training with her wouldn’t be a terrible thing. She knew she had gained weight eating all the pizza and doritos. Maybe a few gym sessions wouldn’t hurt her.
CHAISE: Okay…..
WOMAN: Okay? Wait, are you actually considering it?
The womans surprise was a total shock to Chaise. Did the woman really think that Chaise would turn the offer down?
CHAISE: You’re right. Kyle would want me to go on, and to do something with myself. I’m not saying I’m going to become a diva, but maybe a few sessions in the gym will help me put myself back together.
The woman smiles at Chaise and then the two embraced.
WOMAN: I never thought I’d like it either to be honest. But it feels natural to me. And maybe it will to you as well.
CHAISE: I doubt it.
WOMAN: I’m going to go and look through your fridge and see if we can make something healthier for dinner than left over pizza.
Chaise smiled at the woman.
CHAISE: Okay.
The woman starts to leave the bedroom, confident that Chaise wont go back to bed. Before she exits, she turns back to Chaise.
WOMAN: And Chaise, dear? Do me a favor? Take a shower. A real one. With shampoo, soap and a razor. You’re smelling a lil nasty.
Chaise stared after her as the woman then disappeared, her mouth hanging open a little. She then stood up and looked in her vanity mirror at herself. She didn’t realize how badly she had become. She showered, sure, but apparently not to normal standards. Crinkling her nose, she went to the master bathroom and turned on the shower. She could hear her friend downstairs rummaging through cabinets for pots and pans. She knew she needed to change and get her life together. Maybe her friend was right. Maybe she would like training to becoming a diva. She never attacked anyone before and it felt kind of good, although she failed, to go after someone. Maybe…. Kyle would have liked it to…. So for him, she would try to live her life… and attempt something different.
………………………………………………..
CURRENT DAY:
So here she was, getting ready to leave Santa Monica. Leaving her house temporarily with nothing but a suitcase. It had only taken her a month, but Chaise felt like a natural. With her friends help and her quick learning, she had moved up to mature level at competing. She had gone to the gym everyday to train for hours. She already shed the weight she put on those two months of eating take out, and her muscles were beginning to form. And just last week, her friend got her an interview with the same company she already worked for. Divine. They seemed impressed enough with her to give her a starters contract and already she was booked for her first match against some girl named Misty Vega. She knew next to nothing about the girl, but she was going to try to learn everything she could about the woman. Her friend offered to help her study old tapes of Misty Vega, and her friend already knew some things about the girls past that would probably be able to help her.
For example, the girl came from a different federation called EHWF. She was attacked for turning on former allies to an extent that she was injured so badly she couldn’t return back to the business before it closed.
Chaise knew that Misty would probably be one hell of a competitor, especially where Chaise was just starting out. Chaise wasn’t afraid to lose. And she knew that the probability of her losing was greater than one of her actually winning her first match. According to her friend, Misty Vega would be a great first match opponent. Although Misty was experienced, she was still at times on a rookie level.
There was no way that Misty was going to want to lose to someone in their very first match. Misty would be bringing everything she could into this match up and Chaise was expecting it. According to Chaises source, Misty wasn’t the kind of competitor to no show or hold back. She was talented enough to stay on the roster and win most of her matches thrown her way. There was nothing really negative to say about Misty, not that Chaise was in any position to say anything negative about her. She didn’t even know her. She tried to find her on twitter but to no availability. Probably smart to stay off social media. Everyone was always retweeting each other and turning peaceful messages into hateful slogans. Chaise has already been targeted herself. She simply misspelled a word and people on twitter were like vultures, attacking her feed. It was rather pathetic.
Misty has been seen peeking around the arena, or so Chaise has heard. Probably trying to figure Chaise out. Hell, Chaise was still trying to figure Chaise out. Her friend had been going over different angles she could use in her match, trying to find her niche. Was she a high flyer? Not really. Chaise knew she was clumsy. Was she a brawler? She had to shrug because she’s never been in a fight. She never had to be. Growing up people either feared her because of her popularity, or only spoke with words, mostly behind her back or on screen. She wasn’t the nicest person, but she wasn’t the meanest either. She never went out of her way to help a random stranger, but she was loyal to those who were loyal to her. She came from money, and she knew that she was attractive, having landed a couple of modeling gigs in the past. That's how she met the one person that made her feel different. Kyle had been a camera man and at first, Chaise thought he was just hitting on her when he told her how pretty she was, but then he started showing he paid more attention to her than just her looks. He made her want to be a better person once she really got to know him. He was kind. He was handsome. And he put up with her sometimes bitchy, bratty, sarcastic ways.
But all of that has changed. Now all she felt was rage and frustration. Chaise’s friend stated that was a good start to the match. To try and suppress it until the sound of the bell rang and she could go at it with Misty Vega. Being back in front of cameras gave Chaise a slight sense of excitement. Having been in the modeling industry for a bit gave her an edge of not being camera shy. She knew what the audience wanted. Hopefully this would work to her advantage as she tried to figure out who she could become in this industry. Unfortunately, Misty Vega was going to be her first opponent on her road to self discovery.
Hopefully the match would be a good one. One that would set a bar for Chaise to try and hurl herself over into getting better. She didn’t dream of ever reaching the top. There were far better, more experienced players in this game and with so many talented individuals, she doubted that she would move that far up the ladder. But this was a good start. She felt good going into this match. If Misty did beat the living shit out of her, so be it. It would mean that Chaise was just starting at the very bottom, and there was only one direction that she could go in and that was up.
A taxi pulled into her driveway and Chaise turned around to look at the white house one final time. She would be back. But for now, she had a new adventure to travel on. The driver got out of the taxi and opened the trunk. He places her suitcase in and shuts it before he opens the back door. After a final glance, she turns around and enters the taxi. He shuts the door, gets back in, and backs out of the short driveway. As they pull out onto her street, she doesn’t glance back, because her future laid ahead of her.