Post by B.A. Styles on May 18, 2013 17:03:15 GMT -4
I'm sorry Jules for a not so great RP to end our feud. My time management was crap today and I couldn't think of alot so this is actually a CD RP instead of a proper match RP. 
I hope this RP is still an alright read and thank you for a great feud Jules.
I hope this RP is still an alright read and thank you for a great feud Jules.
Her first promo shot yesterday and now she has legitimately thirty-six or so hours to prepare herself for unarguably the biggest match of her young career. So normally you would expect somebody as sadistically determined as Robina Hood to be pumping all her time into the gym, getting physically and mentally ready for this bloody violent war, wouldn’t you? Well no since instead she is walking through the streets of Rio, checking out what are on the market stands that are nearby, with her choice of clothing being a Pikachu themed t-shirt and a pair of blue denim shorts. Her purple hair makes its pretty obvious who this young woman is and it seems that quite a bunch of Brazilians watch Meltdown since numerous of them look towards her with expressions of either cautious hatred or curiosity.
After going pass a few more stalls the eighteen year old megastar stopped to see some kind of formal restaurant with a butch looking guy at the doorway with a small girl, possibly six years old, in front of him. “For the last forsaken time, no! We do not give free food to anybody, especially to those as filthy as you,” after aggressively saying those words the man stepped back into the building and slammed the door shut. The purple bandana wearing child dropped down to her knees, most likely in sorrow, and the young Brit was about to move towards her…until she felt a hand of some kind tugging on her shirt.
She immediately turned around to see a young boy, approximately eight years old, in some kind of badly tatty clothes with a purple bandana as well. “Er…hello there,” was all that she could think of while glancing back towards the restaurant to see that the six year old is nowhere to be seen before looking back towards the young boy “do you want something?” She questioned yet was immediately replied to with a completely confused look on the boy’s face “do you know any English?” The boy continued to give Robina a puzzled look before muttering something in his native language of Portuguese. The moment a ‘what did you say’ expression appeared on her face a grin appeared on the boy’s but before she could say anything she felt a hand go into one of the back pockets of her denim shorts. Instantly she spun around to see that the hand belongs to the same little girl that looked so sorry earlier yet now there is a grin on her face as in her hands seems to be some kind of wallet. “Wait a second, is that…” before Robina could even finish her words the young boy shouldered the back of her right knee, causing the young woman to fall back onto her bottom, before running off with the little girl.
“Shit!” escaped out the purple haired dynamo’s lips, at the realisation that she has just been robbed, as she quickly got back onto her feet before giving pursuit to those children. While having longer legs than the both of them did give the young woman a higher top speed but they knew each little shortcut better than she did, evidenced by each alleyway they’ve almost lost her in, while their size did come in handy when slipping through the crowds as well as sliding under some of the stands. But like the Terminator when chasing after Sarah Connor, the teenage mother won’t be denied as kept running onwards and onwards, never once letting either child out of her sight, until they got to a broken looking building along this almost desolate street.
The wooden door has lost almost all of its white paint while the chimney has clearly never puff any smoke in a long time. The roof is mostly black with a couple of holes on it, both of them having a circumference of five feet, and all the upstairs windows are web infected while the downstairs ones were crack…well except for one that is smashed completely open and both children leaped through that gap before some big wooden thing, perhaps a table of some kind, drops down to block the gap. “Those thieving little buggers…” Robina panted lightly as she quickly acknowledged the door as her only entrance into this old structure. “There is no way that a six year old and an eight year old could come up with this by themselves, let alone come into a wretched corner like this without a plan…but I don’t there’ll be too much of a problem…” while mentally talking to herself the purple haired woman approached the door, slowly clutched onto the door handle with her left hand and carefully opened the door before slowly taking a few steps inside.
As soon as she made the third step a net suddenly drops down upon her, causing the young lady to fall to the floor, and immediately a group of ten-no fifteen…TWENTY children popped out from hiding. Their ages range from eleven all the way down to four yet all of them were wearing purple bandanas as they began to speak some more Portuguese to each other but all this suddenly changed when Robina verbally snapped. “WHAT THE FUCK ARRE YOU ALL SAYING!?!” even though she is trapped one the children slowly backed away in fear at her sudden tone. “What the fuck is with you kids!?! I was simply minding my own business, even considering buying this girl something to eat yet instead you steal my wallet, led me to a part of Rio I’ve never knew existed and fucking trapped me like a bloody animal! Does anyone of you brats know a single word of…”
“English?” that word caused the eighteen year old to freeze in motion as slowly strolling down the stairs is a thirteen year old girl with a purple bandana of her own yet the manner the other children are looking at her implies that she is their leader. “I’m the only one of us that knows any English…guessing by your voice and hair, I take that you’re this ‘Robina Hood’ wrestler that some of the rich people are betting on to lose this Sunday…am I correct?” The Iron Maiden was simply surprised by the thirteen year old’s knowledge and only nodded slightly. After seeing the nod she moved over to the six year old and whispered into her ear before motioning the others to take the net off.
So the group of children, discounting the leader and the little girl, did what they were commanded and took the net off the megastar before little girl worryingly strolled up to Robina and offered her back her wallet. “Tha-”
“There is no need to thank us,” the leader immediately interrupted Miss Hood “if you were thinking about feeding her…then you wouldn’t say no to buying us all a meal in a way of gratitude, right?”
Robina simply nodded to this agreement, knowing that she doesn’t have a lot of say in the matter, and the twenty children cheered quite positively. At the Englishwoman’s request the group led her to the posh restaurant, the one that would let the six year old in earlier, and once they were inside and seated the Emo Princess generously brought them all a rather big meal each. The eyes of all the upper-class customers were all transfixed on this dirty gang of children, as well as on the Robina, yet none of the twenty-two cared for the children are delighted to have a proper meal in the first time in ages while the archer and the young leader were having a discussion.
What was this discussion about? About why those twenty-one kids were living in a god-forsaken wreck instead of with loving families or even a warm bed, It was during this conversation that Robina found out that all these children are orphans…all of them are without homes, without parents and even without names. It was the moment that realisation struck that a couple of tears left Miss Hood’s eyes as she quickly hugged the leader, who still kept a straight face. “This is unacceptable, all of it…there are twenty-one of you and none of you are safe among these streets…so here is what I plan to do for all of you…I’m not going to say that I’ll find you parents since hardly anybody else in this bloody city cares about your lot. So this is what I’m going to do…after Mayhem is over I’ll stay here in Rio and pay every single penny needed to fix your home, from the broken roof to the ruined windows and everything else inside, as well as get a decent supply of food and water into the place so none of you need to beg on the streets. And I promise all of you that I won’t stop until I’m certain that you lot have somewhere to truly call home.”
“Thanks…” the leader barely said in return to Robina’s clearly caring words, almost struggling to maintain her straight face, while the other twenty were looking through the dessert menu “you better keep that promise.” The young archer simply uttered the words ‘I will’ before the two finally continued their meals, forcing the other twenty to wait before finally getting the desserts that they want.
After going pass a few more stalls the eighteen year old megastar stopped to see some kind of formal restaurant with a butch looking guy at the doorway with a small girl, possibly six years old, in front of him. “For the last forsaken time, no! We do not give free food to anybody, especially to those as filthy as you,” after aggressively saying those words the man stepped back into the building and slammed the door shut. The purple bandana wearing child dropped down to her knees, most likely in sorrow, and the young Brit was about to move towards her…until she felt a hand of some kind tugging on her shirt.
She immediately turned around to see a young boy, approximately eight years old, in some kind of badly tatty clothes with a purple bandana as well. “Er…hello there,” was all that she could think of while glancing back towards the restaurant to see that the six year old is nowhere to be seen before looking back towards the young boy “do you want something?” She questioned yet was immediately replied to with a completely confused look on the boy’s face “do you know any English?” The boy continued to give Robina a puzzled look before muttering something in his native language of Portuguese. The moment a ‘what did you say’ expression appeared on her face a grin appeared on the boy’s but before she could say anything she felt a hand go into one of the back pockets of her denim shorts. Instantly she spun around to see that the hand belongs to the same little girl that looked so sorry earlier yet now there is a grin on her face as in her hands seems to be some kind of wallet. “Wait a second, is that…” before Robina could even finish her words the young boy shouldered the back of her right knee, causing the young woman to fall back onto her bottom, before running off with the little girl.
“Shit!” escaped out the purple haired dynamo’s lips, at the realisation that she has just been robbed, as she quickly got back onto her feet before giving pursuit to those children. While having longer legs than the both of them did give the young woman a higher top speed but they knew each little shortcut better than she did, evidenced by each alleyway they’ve almost lost her in, while their size did come in handy when slipping through the crowds as well as sliding under some of the stands. But like the Terminator when chasing after Sarah Connor, the teenage mother won’t be denied as kept running onwards and onwards, never once letting either child out of her sight, until they got to a broken looking building along this almost desolate street.
The wooden door has lost almost all of its white paint while the chimney has clearly never puff any smoke in a long time. The roof is mostly black with a couple of holes on it, both of them having a circumference of five feet, and all the upstairs windows are web infected while the downstairs ones were crack…well except for one that is smashed completely open and both children leaped through that gap before some big wooden thing, perhaps a table of some kind, drops down to block the gap. “Those thieving little buggers…” Robina panted lightly as she quickly acknowledged the door as her only entrance into this old structure. “There is no way that a six year old and an eight year old could come up with this by themselves, let alone come into a wretched corner like this without a plan…but I don’t there’ll be too much of a problem…” while mentally talking to herself the purple haired woman approached the door, slowly clutched onto the door handle with her left hand and carefully opened the door before slowly taking a few steps inside.
As soon as she made the third step a net suddenly drops down upon her, causing the young lady to fall to the floor, and immediately a group of ten-no fifteen…TWENTY children popped out from hiding. Their ages range from eleven all the way down to four yet all of them were wearing purple bandanas as they began to speak some more Portuguese to each other but all this suddenly changed when Robina verbally snapped. “WHAT THE FUCK ARRE YOU ALL SAYING!?!” even though she is trapped one the children slowly backed away in fear at her sudden tone. “What the fuck is with you kids!?! I was simply minding my own business, even considering buying this girl something to eat yet instead you steal my wallet, led me to a part of Rio I’ve never knew existed and fucking trapped me like a bloody animal! Does anyone of you brats know a single word of…”
“English?” that word caused the eighteen year old to freeze in motion as slowly strolling down the stairs is a thirteen year old girl with a purple bandana of her own yet the manner the other children are looking at her implies that she is their leader. “I’m the only one of us that knows any English…guessing by your voice and hair, I take that you’re this ‘Robina Hood’ wrestler that some of the rich people are betting on to lose this Sunday…am I correct?” The Iron Maiden was simply surprised by the thirteen year old’s knowledge and only nodded slightly. After seeing the nod she moved over to the six year old and whispered into her ear before motioning the others to take the net off.
So the group of children, discounting the leader and the little girl, did what they were commanded and took the net off the megastar before little girl worryingly strolled up to Robina and offered her back her wallet. “Tha-”
“There is no need to thank us,” the leader immediately interrupted Miss Hood “if you were thinking about feeding her…then you wouldn’t say no to buying us all a meal in a way of gratitude, right?”
Robina simply nodded to this agreement, knowing that she doesn’t have a lot of say in the matter, and the twenty children cheered quite positively. At the Englishwoman’s request the group led her to the posh restaurant, the one that would let the six year old in earlier, and once they were inside and seated the Emo Princess generously brought them all a rather big meal each. The eyes of all the upper-class customers were all transfixed on this dirty gang of children, as well as on the Robina, yet none of the twenty-two cared for the children are delighted to have a proper meal in the first time in ages while the archer and the young leader were having a discussion.
What was this discussion about? About why those twenty-one kids were living in a god-forsaken wreck instead of with loving families or even a warm bed, It was during this conversation that Robina found out that all these children are orphans…all of them are without homes, without parents and even without names. It was the moment that realisation struck that a couple of tears left Miss Hood’s eyes as she quickly hugged the leader, who still kept a straight face. “This is unacceptable, all of it…there are twenty-one of you and none of you are safe among these streets…so here is what I plan to do for all of you…I’m not going to say that I’ll find you parents since hardly anybody else in this bloody city cares about your lot. So this is what I’m going to do…after Mayhem is over I’ll stay here in Rio and pay every single penny needed to fix your home, from the broken roof to the ruined windows and everything else inside, as well as get a decent supply of food and water into the place so none of you need to beg on the streets. And I promise all of you that I won’t stop until I’m certain that you lot have somewhere to truly call home.”
“Thanks…” the leader barely said in return to Robina’s clearly caring words, almost struggling to maintain her straight face, while the other twenty were looking through the dessert menu “you better keep that promise.” The young archer simply uttered the words ‘I will’ before the two finally continued their meals, forcing the other twenty to wait before finally getting the desserts that they want.
