Post by Dita Morgan on May 5, 2012 17:25:10 GMT -4
Promise you'll never leave me?" Angel asked, shimmering pearl-shaped tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I promise," Brad replied. He flipped his hair away from his face and flashed a thousand-watt smile. "I'll never hurt you again."
"Oh, Brad!"
Angel jumped into the chariot and into Brad's arms, and they rode off into the sunset. Gushy gushy goo-goo, mushy mushy goo.
THE END.
"I promise," Brad replied. He flipped his hair away from his face and flashed a thousand-watt smile. "I'll never hurt you again."
"Oh, Brad!"
Angel jumped into the chariot and into Brad's arms, and they rode off into the sunset. Gushy gushy goo-goo, mushy mushy goo.
THE END.
Dita rolls her eyes and switches off the TV and pulls a face, we can now see Dita is in her hotel room, her suitcase and other items chucked around the room. She is sitting on the bed in little booty shorts and an oversized mans AKA t-shirt; her hair is in a messy styled fashion and her face is clear from make up
Dita Morgan: Well that’s the one draw back to traveling... Trying to find something to do when your not training or in the ring.
She puts the TV remote on the bedside table and then curls up against the huge pill of pillows resting and then pulls the comforter up close and shuts her eyes as she drifts off she dreams about traveling and in her dream she is walking along a huge beach, as she does she hears a ringing for the time being she ignores it and keeps walking but the ringing grows louder and more distracting. She turns her head, looking for the source.
Dita sits up on her bed and reaches for the night stand to grab her cell phone. She rubs at her eyes as she talks and then looks at the Clock on the bedside table and realises how long she’s been asleep.
Dita rolls off the bed and drops her phone back on the bedside table then goes over to her kitbag and pulls out a gray tank top and a pair of short, black shorts. She pulls on the shorts. Next, she pulls off her shirt and tosses the it into the pile of clothes she grabs the tank top and pulls it on. Then pulls her hair up and secures it with a hairband. She then grabs a pair of trainers and goes to sit on the edge of the bed where she slides the shoes on and laces them up.
Grabbing her room key, she heads down to the lobby and hands it to the girl behind the desk then she walks out of the large doors. She jogs down the sidewalk and then kicks it up into a run. Once in her rhythm, 3 strides, then breathe, her mind starts to wander off.
Dita Morgan: So Meltdown didn’t go how I wanted it to, but I couldn’t let Benny get the best of me. I might have lost the match but people will remember what happened when the match finished. I have to start showing people what I’m made of... Sure no one really knows who I am but that’s because they haven’t had the chance to see anything shine through, so far your just “one of the new girls”... You have to start getting your self out there.
She brushes a few hairs out of her face and keeps running
Dita Morgan: And this week?
She smiles to herself as she pushes on
Dita Morgan: Team Terrific might not want to hit women, but we all know what we signed up for, I knew I’d been getting in the ring with the guys and I have no problem with that. While its sweet they might not want to feel like they are beating up on girls, the match will be going ahead. And Torrie? Torrie will have to team with me wether she likes it or not!
*HONK *
Dita jumps backwards, starring at the taxi driver in the yellow car that was about 3 inches from smashing her into the pavement. If her heart wasn’t already beating enough, it sure is now. She apologizes to the driver who gives her the finger.
Dita Morgan: You’ve got to start paying attention Dita!
She presses the cross walk button and waits for it to clear her to cross the busy intersection. Once across, she continues to run.
