Post by Lady Munin on Jan 1, 2020 20:10:12 GMT -8
December 13th 2019 [Off Camera]
It was shocking how often the simple aesthetic of the all American highway gas station was under appreciated.
Well, not really...they were actually disgusting from a hygienic perspective. Not to mention consuming any food not sealed in a package was like playing russian roulette with your stomach.
Despite all this for those with wandering and restless souls there was a particular aesthetic to them nonetheless. This was surprisingly true for Munin, who found herself oddly drawn to the tiny sparks of civilization amongst the lonely stretches of highway. At night in the middle of nowhere central USA these lonely little gas stops started to look very comforting.
It was a weigh station, a transition point, for those who made it their life's mission to stay a little lost.
The burst of embers scattering in the darkness drew her attention to the back of Krähe as followed their resident pastor into the gas station. Richard's prattling about the virtues of a good old fashioned road map had the asian beauty shaking her head with a bemused smile.
If anyone had told her a year ago that she would have a southern baptist pastor on the road to redemption join her little group...Well, she would have laughed in their face.
Yet here they were, life was funny like that. You never knew where it's roads would take you for sure, but then Munin had always been good at drawing her own map.
With a final glance at the warm lights of the gas station, she turned her eyes back to the road leading out into the dark, and hit the call button. The phone rings a few times when suddenly the staticy sound of a pick up followed by a quiet response signals she’s reached her query.
“Hello?”
The familar calm rumble on the other end of the phone brought a slow smile to Munin's face.
"Hello Press, its been a few months."
There’s a pause followed by a gruff clearing of throat, but when the voice returns it’s more jovial.
“S’up, Nin! Pleasant surprise. Saw your match against Siberia...looks like that training paid off.”
"It did indeed, and I have a feeling it will continue to pay off. In fact...that's why I'm calling."
She leaned herself against Krähe's classic car, and allowed her gaze to drift towards the stars.
"Since my business with the Zombies has been put on hold, I've moved to the next matter of interest on my list...I could use your help."
She held her breath for a moment waiting for a response. No one would ever know just how much the answer meant to her. Even she couldn't quite explain why...No, that wasn't entirely true. She simply refused to look at the reason to closely, so instead she packed it away in a safe little box.
“Help? Care to elaborate…”
A ribbon of her black hair found it's way between her fingers, as she carefully considered her response.
"I'm going to be setting up shop in Santa Monica for the foreseeable future. I have some business with a grassroots indy promotion there. More specifically I have business with nearly every member of the rooster. I would appreciate you helping me break these new toys in for my game."
There was another pause, but this time it lasts much longer. She could hear the breathing on the other end of the phone, the rhythm of it almost putting her in a trance so that when the voice came back over the speaker it startled her.
“We appreciate the offer, Nin, and it’s kind of you to think of us, but we just got settled back here in Vegas. The timing is a little off. Besides that, don’t you have the other guy? Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding? I figure we’d just get in the way…”
The silence that followed was not a peaceful or comforting silence. At least not for Munin, it was a yawning void filled with screams she was desperate to keep at bay.
"Oh…"
Came the quiet reply with an empty voice.
"Well isn't that a shame. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I suppose I've always enjoyed a challenge anyways, and I'm glad to hear you two are doing well...Good bye Preston."
He could hear the disappointment in her voice, and like it always does, it brought up feelings inside that he couldn’t suppress. He could never tell whether this was a form of manipulation or not, but it was effective nonetheless. With a sigh, he caught her before she hung up the phone.
“Wait…” There was no click, so he assumed she was still on the line. “What is this really about, Nin? Who is it that’s got you all riled that you’d even want us to tag along?”
She raised an eyebrow in surprise unsure why it mattered to him. Unlike her or Youth, Preston typically was more grounded than curious.
"The company was joint founded by Joshua Samson...Who has stepped away from the company and wrestling in general since a rather brutal attack left him in a coma for a tick. How am I supposed to torment Samson if someone else has broken him?"
She shrugged her shoulders even though he couldn't see her.
"So I'm going to break them instead."
“Well, that explains the who, but not what.” The statement came out matter of factly, but when he spoke again, there was a slight hum in his voice. Could be reception interference, or…
“What is this really about? Samson is a prick, to be sure. We sent those ass hats running from PAW when they tried that shoddy invasion with GZW, but if you really wanted to fry him and his precious company, you’ve got the capital and the muscle to do it. Not that you ever needed any help. You’re asking for us specifically, and for me...well...I want to know why?”
The hum continued to sound in her ear even after his voice had ended, and she found herself unconsciously shaking her head. Like one would shake away an annoying fly...yes that's exactly what the sound reminded her of. An annoyingly persistent fly.
Her brows scrunched together slight without her truly realizing it.
"Preston, are you standing next to a dying appliance, or perhaps dropped you phone in the toilet again? I will be happy to replace whatever it is."
It was just a small sound. A small annoying sound, but really it shouldn't be digging under her skin this much.
"You're right."
She clipped out pulling her ear away from the phone for a second, and then bringing it back with a deep centering breath.
"I could do it alone, but I need you."
Silence, again. God’s these people loved their dramatic pauses, but it doesn’t last long before the gruff voice replies.
“When, and where?”
It was shocking how often the simple aesthetic of the all American highway gas station was under appreciated.
Well, not really...they were actually disgusting from a hygienic perspective. Not to mention consuming any food not sealed in a package was like playing russian roulette with your stomach.
Despite all this for those with wandering and restless souls there was a particular aesthetic to them nonetheless. This was surprisingly true for Munin, who found herself oddly drawn to the tiny sparks of civilization amongst the lonely stretches of highway. At night in the middle of nowhere central USA these lonely little gas stops started to look very comforting.
It was a weigh station, a transition point, for those who made it their life's mission to stay a little lost.
The burst of embers scattering in the darkness drew her attention to the back of Krähe as followed their resident pastor into the gas station. Richard's prattling about the virtues of a good old fashioned road map had the asian beauty shaking her head with a bemused smile.
If anyone had told her a year ago that she would have a southern baptist pastor on the road to redemption join her little group...Well, she would have laughed in their face.
Yet here they were, life was funny like that. You never knew where it's roads would take you for sure, but then Munin had always been good at drawing her own map.
With a final glance at the warm lights of the gas station, she turned her eyes back to the road leading out into the dark, and hit the call button. The phone rings a few times when suddenly the staticy sound of a pick up followed by a quiet response signals she’s reached her query.
“Hello?”
The familar calm rumble on the other end of the phone brought a slow smile to Munin's face.
"Hello Press, its been a few months."
There’s a pause followed by a gruff clearing of throat, but when the voice returns it’s more jovial.
“S’up, Nin! Pleasant surprise. Saw your match against Siberia...looks like that training paid off.”
"It did indeed, and I have a feeling it will continue to pay off. In fact...that's why I'm calling."
She leaned herself against Krähe's classic car, and allowed her gaze to drift towards the stars.
"Since my business with the Zombies has been put on hold, I've moved to the next matter of interest on my list...I could use your help."
She held her breath for a moment waiting for a response. No one would ever know just how much the answer meant to her. Even she couldn't quite explain why...No, that wasn't entirely true. She simply refused to look at the reason to closely, so instead she packed it away in a safe little box.
“Help? Care to elaborate…”
A ribbon of her black hair found it's way between her fingers, as she carefully considered her response.
"I'm going to be setting up shop in Santa Monica for the foreseeable future. I have some business with a grassroots indy promotion there. More specifically I have business with nearly every member of the rooster. I would appreciate you helping me break these new toys in for my game."
There was another pause, but this time it lasts much longer. She could hear the breathing on the other end of the phone, the rhythm of it almost putting her in a trance so that when the voice came back over the speaker it startled her.
“We appreciate the offer, Nin, and it’s kind of you to think of us, but we just got settled back here in Vegas. The timing is a little off. Besides that, don’t you have the other guy? Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding? I figure we’d just get in the way…”
The silence that followed was not a peaceful or comforting silence. At least not for Munin, it was a yawning void filled with screams she was desperate to keep at bay.
"Oh…"
Came the quiet reply with an empty voice.
"Well isn't that a shame. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I suppose I've always enjoyed a challenge anyways, and I'm glad to hear you two are doing well...Good bye Preston."
He could hear the disappointment in her voice, and like it always does, it brought up feelings inside that he couldn’t suppress. He could never tell whether this was a form of manipulation or not, but it was effective nonetheless. With a sigh, he caught her before she hung up the phone.
“Wait…” There was no click, so he assumed she was still on the line. “What is this really about, Nin? Who is it that’s got you all riled that you’d even want us to tag along?”
She raised an eyebrow in surprise unsure why it mattered to him. Unlike her or Youth, Preston typically was more grounded than curious.
"The company was joint founded by Joshua Samson...Who has stepped away from the company and wrestling in general since a rather brutal attack left him in a coma for a tick. How am I supposed to torment Samson if someone else has broken him?"
She shrugged her shoulders even though he couldn't see her.
"So I'm going to break them instead."
“Well, that explains the who, but not what.” The statement came out matter of factly, but when he spoke again, there was a slight hum in his voice. Could be reception interference, or…
“What is this really about? Samson is a prick, to be sure. We sent those ass hats running from PAW when they tried that shoddy invasion with GZW, but if you really wanted to fry him and his precious company, you’ve got the capital and the muscle to do it. Not that you ever needed any help. You’re asking for us specifically, and for me...well...I want to know why?”
The hum continued to sound in her ear even after his voice had ended, and she found herself unconsciously shaking her head. Like one would shake away an annoying fly...yes that's exactly what the sound reminded her of. An annoyingly persistent fly.
Her brows scrunched together slight without her truly realizing it.
"Preston, are you standing next to a dying appliance, or perhaps dropped you phone in the toilet again? I will be happy to replace whatever it is."
It was just a small sound. A small annoying sound, but really it shouldn't be digging under her skin this much.
"You're right."
She clipped out pulling her ear away from the phone for a second, and then bringing it back with a deep centering breath.
"I could do it alone, but I need you."
Silence, again. God’s these people loved their dramatic pauses, but it doesn’t last long before the gruff voice replies.
“When, and where?”
